Ratking (Aurelio Zen Series #1)

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In this masterpiece of psychological suspense, Italian Police Commissioner Aurelio Zen is dispatched to investigate the kidnapping of Ruggiero Miletti, a powerful Perugian industrialist. But nobody much wants Zen to succeed: not the local authorities, who view him as an interloper, and certainly not Miletti's children, who seem content to let the head of the family languish in the hands of his abductors -- if he's still alive.

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Overview

In this masterpiece of psychological suspense, Italian Police Commissioner Aurelio Zen is dispatched to investigate the kidnapping of Ruggiero Miletti, a powerful Perugian industrialist. But nobody much wants Zen to succeed: not the local authorities, who view him as an interloper, and certainly not Miletti's children, who seem content to let the head of the family languish in the hands of his abductors -- if he's still alive.

Was Miletti truly the victim of professionals?  Or might his kidnapper be someone closer to home: his preening son Daniele, with his million-lire wardrobe and his profitable drug business?  His daughter, Cinzia, whose vapid beauty conceals a devastating secret? The perverse Silvio, or the eldest son Pietro, the unscrupulous fixer who manipulates the plots of others for his own ends? As Zen tries to unravel this rat's nest of family intrigue and official complicity, Michael Dibdin gives us one of his most accomplished thrillers, a chilling masterpiece of police procedure and psychological suspense.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Italian police commissioner Aurelio Zen investigates the kidnapping of a Perugian industrialist. Winner of the Gold Dagger Award. (June)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780679768548
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/28/1997
  • Series: Aurelio Zen Series , #1
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 242,471
  • Product dimensions: 5.16 (w) x 7.95 (h) x 0.56 (d)

Meet the Author

Michael Dibdin was born in England and raised in Northern Ireland. He attended Sussex University and the University of Alberta in Canada. He spent five years in Perugia, Italy, where he taught English at the local university. He went on to live in Oxford, England and Seattle, Washington. He was the author of eighteen novels, eleven of them in the popular Aurelio Zen series, including Ratking, which won the Crime Writers’ Association Gold Dagger, and Cabal, which was awarded the French Grand Prix du Roman Policier. His work has been translated into eighteen languages. He died in 2007.
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Hello?"

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Who's calling?"

"I want to speak to Senator Rossi."

"Speaking."

"Ah, it's you, Senator? Forgive me! These phones make everyone sound like anyone, or rather no one. This is Antonio Crepi."

"Commendatore! What a pleasure! Are you here in Rome?"

"In Rome? God forbid! No no, I'm in Perugia. At home, at the villa. You remember it?"

"But of course, of course. Of course."

"When my eldest boy married."

"Exactly. Precisely. An unforgettable occasion. A wonderful couple. How are they both?"

"I don't see that much of them. Corrado's moved to Milan and Annalisa's seeing some footballer, or so they tell me. Our paths don't cross very often."

"Ah, what a shame."

"These things happen nowadays! I don't really give a damn anymore. At our age it's absurd to go on pretending. Let them do what they like. Just as long as I've got my vines and my olives, and one or two friends I can still talk to. People I understand and who understand me. You know what I'm talking about?"

"Of course, of course! Friendship is the most important thing in life, I always say. No question about that."

"I'm glad to hear you say so, Senator. Because the fact is I'm phoning to ask for your help on behalf of a friend. A mutual friend. I'm talking about Ruggiero Miletti."

"Ah. A tragic business."

"Do you know how long it has been now?"

"Shocking."

"Nearly four and a half months. A hundred and thirty-seven days and nights of agony for the Miletti family and for all their friends. To say nothing of Ruggiero himself."

"Horrible."

"A man as old as you or I, Senator, chained up in some shack in the mountains, in this bitter weather, at the mercy of a gang of callous bandits!"

"Dreadful. Scandalous. If only one could do something to help . . ."

"But you can help! You must help!"

"In any way I can, Commendatore! I am only too ready, believe me. But we must be realistic. Kidnapping is the scourge of society today, a plague and a peril in the face of which we are all equally vulnerable, equally powerless, equally . . ."

"Bullshit! Excuse me, but when something happens to one of you politicians the whole country is put into a state of siege! Nothing is too much trouble then, no expense is spared. But when it's an ordinary, decent law-abiding citizen like our friend Ruggiero, no one even takes any notice. Business as usual! 'It's his own fault. Why didn't he take more precautions?"'

"Commendatore, do not let us fall into the trap of deluding ourselves that any responsible person might presume to deny the gravity of . . ."

"Save that stuff for the press, Senator. This is Antonio Crepi you're talking to! Don't you try and tell me we are all equal. If you got kidnapped, God forbid, you would get the crack units, the top men. Well, that's what I want for Ruggiero."

"Of course, of course! Naturally!"

"I'm not blaming the people here in Perugia. But let's face it, if they were the best they wouldn't be here, would they? They would be in Rome, looking after you politicians."

"One should perhaps avoid exaggerating the effectiveness of the measures to which you refer, Commendatore."

"Listen, if you get a pain in the chest you go to a specialist, right?"

"Our specialists couldn't save Aldo Moro."

"Spare me the platitudes, Senator! God knows we've had enough talk. Now I want action, and that's why I'm phoning. I want a top man sent up here to shake up the whole operation. A new face, a fresh approach. You can arrange that in a second, with your contacts."

"Well . . ."

"Or is it too much to ask?"

"It's not . . ."

"Don't you think Ruggiero deserves the best?"

"Naturally."

"Senator, I wouldn't have bothered to call you if I thought you were one of those people with short memories. There are enough of them about, God knows! But no, I thought, Rossi's not like that. He hasn't forgotten what the Miletti family has meant to him. Senator, I beg you, think of them now! Think what they are going through. Think what it will mean to them to know that thanks to you one of the top policemen in Italy has been sent to Perugia to inspire the hunt for their beloved father! And then think that you can arrange all that with a single phone call, as easily as ordering a taxi."

"You overestimate my power."

"I hope not. I sincerely hope not. Because I have always thought of you as a friend and ally, and it would sadden me to feel that I could no longer count on your support. And you on mine, Senator, and on that of the Miletti family and their many friends."

"For heaven's sake, Commendatore! What are you talking about? Please do not allow ourselves to be misled into imagining that-"

"Perfect! There is no more to say, then. When can I expect to hear?"

"Well, in a situation of this type one would perhaps be wise to avoid imposing rigid deadlines. Nevertheless, broadly speaking, I would by no means rule out the possibility of being in a position to-"

"I'd like to know by this afternoon. Or perhaps you have more important business to attend to?"

"Look here, Crepi, it's no good your expecting miracles, you know! Excuse me saying so."

"I'm not asking for miracles, Senator. I'm asking for justice. Or does that take a miracle in this country?"

"Lapucci."

"Did I wake you, Giorgio?"

"Who's this?"

"Gianpiero Rossi."

"Ah, good morning, Senator! No, I was working in the other office. No one ever believes it, of course, but we do work here at Central Office."

"Listen, Giorgio, I have a little problem I think you may be able to help me with."

"Consider it done."

"You know about the Miletti kidnapping?"

"The tire king from Modena?"

"Modena! What do you mean, Modena? Would I give a damn if he was from Modena? Miletti, Miletti! Radios, televisions!"

"Ah, of course. Excuse me. From Perugia."

"From Perugia, exactly. And that's my problem. Because some people there, friends of the family, feel that not enough is being done. You know how it is, everyone wants special attention. And these are people who are difficult to refuse. Do you follow?"

"Perfectly."

"Like they say, the poor pray for miracles, the rich think they have a right to them. Now I'm not trying to justify what cannot and should not be justified. I neither condone nor condemn. But the fact remains that I'm in a difficult situation. You see what I mean?"

"Of course. But what exactly do they want, these people? If you don't mind my asking."

"They want a name."

"A name? Whose name?"

"That is entirely up to you. It must be someone presentable, naturally. Don't make me look like an idiot. If he's well known, so much the better."

"And what is this person to do?"

"Why, go and sort things out."

"Go to Perugia?"

"To Perugia, of course!"

"A police official?"

"Exactly. Can you help me?"

"Well, I must say that this is a particularly difficult moment, Senator. Since the Cabinet reshuffle the party's relations with the Ministry have been-"

"When you've been around as long as I have, Giorgio, you'll know that it's always a particularly difficult moment. That's why I rang you instead of some other people whose names came to mind. Now, can you help me?"

"Well, despite the changes I've just referred to, we do have various contacts, of course. There's one in particular I'm thinking of who may well be able-"

"I'm not interested in the details, Giorgio. I just want to know if you can help me. Or should I ring someone else? Perhaps you could recommend someone?"

"You must be joking, Senator. Anything that can be done, I'll do for you. By this time tomorrow you'll-"

"By this time tomorrow I'll be in Turin. Make it this afternoon. I'll be here till seven."

"Very well."

"Excellent. I knew I did right to call you. I've got a nose for these things. Giorgio's a man who can make things happen, I said to myself. A million thanks. I'll be expecting your call."

"Yes?"

"Enrico?"

"Who's that?"

"Giorgio Lapucci."

"Christ, I thought it was his royal highness. Excuse me while I change my trousers."

"Why the panic?"

"He's at a conference in Strasbourg, and every so often he phones up and demands a complete update on the situation here. All part of this new managerial style you've been reading about. Keeps us on our toes, he says. Anyway, what can I do for you?"

"I suppose this line is safe?"

"Giorgio, this is the Ministry of the Interior you're talking to. Any phone tapping that goes on around here, we do it. So what's up?"

"Well, it's the old story, I'm afraid. Someone's leaning on someone who's leaning on me."

"And you want to lean on me."

"Isn't that what friends are for? But this shouldn't be too difficult. It's a question of getting a senior police official transferred temporarily to Perugia to take over a kidnapping case."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

"No problem. I can lose it in the routine postings and bang it through at departmental level. No one ever looks at that stuff. The only headache could be finding someone. When are we talking?"

"Now."

"Shit. Look, I'll have to think a bit. Let me get back to you."

"Today, though."

"I'll do my best."

"I appreciate it, Enrico. Give my regards to Nicola."

"And mine to Emanuela. Listen, why don't we all get together sometime?"

"Yes, we should. We really should."

"Personnel."

"Mancini. I need someone we can send up to Perugia on a kidnapping. Who do you suggest?"

"No one."

"What do you mean, no one?"

"I mean there isn't anyone available."

"What about Fabri?"

"In Genoa on that bank job."

"De Angelis?"

"Sardinia. Where there were three kidnappings last week alone, in case you haven't seen the papers. This weekend we've got the visit of the President of France plus an English football team, God help us. Are you getting the picture? If not, I can go on."

"Calm down, Ciliani. I know things are difficult. But there's always somebody. Look harder."

"There's no one except Romizi, and he's going on leave."

"Well, tell him he'll have to put it off."

"Excuse me, dottore, but you tell him! He's booked a flight to America."

"What's he doing going to America?"

"How should I know? Got relatives there or something."

"Well, what about people outside Criminalpol?"

"You said this was operational."

"We could always stretch a point. Isn't there anyone who's had some experience? Couldn't stand the sight of blood and requested a desk job, that sort of thing. Use your head, Ciliani! I mean we're talking about a gesture here, not a new chief for the fucking Squadra Mobile. What about what's-his-name, the one we've got doing Housekeeping?"

"Zuccaroni? "

"No, the other one.

"Zen?"

"That's it."

"But surely he's . . ."

"What?"

"Well, I thought there was, you know, some problem about using him."

"Really? I haven't heard anything."

"I don't mean anything official."

"Well, as long as it's not official I can't see that there's any problem. A kidnapping, too! Wasn't he something of a specialist? Couldn't be better."

"If you say so, dottore."

"It's perfect. Ideal from every point of view. The only thing that would ruin it is delay. And that's why I'm going to leave it in your lap, Ciliani. I want Zen and the relevant paperwork in my office within the hour. Got that?"

"Uh."

"Caccamo?"

"Uh."

"Ciliani. You seen Zen?"

"You tried his office?"

"No, I'm too stupid to think of that. Of course I've tried his fucking office."

"Hang on, isn't he away somewhere? Treviso?"

"Trieste. He was due back this morning."

"Did I ever tell you about that girl from Trieste I met the time I was doing beach duty down at Ostia? She was sunbathing totally nude behind a dune, and when I-"

"Fuck off, Caccamo. Christ, this is all I need. Where has that son of a bitch Zen got to?"

1

No! I don't believe it! It isn't possible!"

"It isn't possible, but it happens. In short, it's a miracle!"

"Just a few hundred meters away from the station and they stop! This is going too far!"

"Not quite far enough, I'd say!"

"For the love of God, let us out of this damned train!"

"'And yet it does not move,' as Galileo might have said. Ah well, let's be patient."

"Patient! Patient! Excuse me, but in my humble opinion what this country needs is a few people who will no longer be patient! People who refuse to suffer patiently the bungling and incompetence with which we are surrounded! There! That's what I think!"

"It's better to travel hopefully than to arrive, they say. It should be the motto of the state railways."

"You choose to joke about it, signore, but in my humble opinion this is no joking matter. On the contrary, it is an issue of the very highest importance, symptomatic of all the gravest ills of our poor country. What does one expect of a train? That it goes reasonably fast and arrives within five or ten minutes of the time stated in the timetable. Is that too much? Does that require divine intervention to bring about? Not in any other country in the world! Nor did it used to here."

"You can always move to Switzerland, if that's how you feel."

"But now what happens? The railway service, like everything else, is a disaster. And what is the government's response? To give their friends in the construction business billions and billions of lire to build a new railway line between Rome and Florence! And the result? The trains are slower than they were before the war! It's incredible! A national disgrace!"

The young man sitting near the door, Roman to his elegant fingertips, smiled sarcastically. "Ah yes, of course, everything was better before the war," he murmured. "We know all about that."

"Excuse me, but you know nothing about it," replied the vigorous, thickset man with the shock of silver hair and the Veronese accent. "Unless I am very much mistaken, you weren't even born then!"

He turned to the third occupant of the compartment, a distinguished-looking man of about fifty with a pale face whose most striking feature was a nose as sharply triangular as the jib of a sailing boat. There was a faintly exotic air about him, as though he were Greek or even Levantine. His expression was cynical, suave, and aloof, and a distant smile flickered on his lips. But it was his eyes that compelled attention. They were gray with glints of blue, and held a slightly sinister stillness which made the Veronese shiver. A cold fish, this one, he thought.

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  • Posted January 27, 2012

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    Great 1st Novel in a Series

    My first encounter with Gold Dagger Award winning author Michael Dibdin’s Aurelio Zen was watching PBS Masterpiece Mystery! one Sunday night.
    The onscreen Aurelio is somewhat younger and darker than the one in RATKING. Here we are introduced to this anti-hero and taste the late Dibdin’s irony and black humour in Zen’s persona that the telecast so aptly captures. As with new introductions, the reader isn’t sure of Zen. The opening scene shows us an indifferent policeman. Aurelio sits by idly during a robbery on a train to Rome all the while his fellow compartment companions berate him for his inaction. Rather than defending himself, he debarks and calls the local authorities to handle the situation. Is our protagonist corrupt or inept?
    The answer is much more complex; Aurelio Zen isn’t an active inspector because of a failed kidnapping investigation years earlier. Zen is also an outsider. He is Venetian, the wrong part of Italy for many in the police force and the Judiciary. He even has an American girlfriend!

    So when political pressure is applied to a well placed Senator in Rome, Police Commissioner Aurelio Zen is the perfect choice to go to Perugia to investigate the kidnapping of prominent industrialist Ruggiero Miletti that has stalled. It soon dawns on Zen that no one expects him to succeed; that his presence is only for show. The local authorities and the communist investigating magistrate view him as an unnecessary interloper, yet one who can manipulate to achieve their own political agenda against the Miletti family. The Miletti children seem content with the absence of their father and are uncooperative with the authorities. Each has a secret as well as reasons to allow Ruggiero languish in the hands of the kidnappers. Is the answer that simple or close? Zen is determined to find out to the chagrin of all.

    The plot is a perfect mix of atmosphere and puzzle. The characters are strong, though Zen is slightly underdeveloped as any protagonist is in book 1 of a series. Perugia, Italy becomes a familiar old friend as the reader walks its streets with Aurelio. However, one weakness prevented me from rating this 1988 Golden Dagger Award winning novel 5 stars is Dibdin’s excessive use of italics in phone dialogues, thoughts, and poster board content. I found some passages confusing and had to re-read some before becoming at ease with this literary technique. And lordy mercy, how many times may an author use “dottore”? But on the whole, RATKING was a very satisfying suspenseful read!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 14, 2011

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    damn good debut for a crime series!

    aurelio zen is a detective who's investigating a kidapping of the head of a family whoes members have their own share of secrets. this is a wonderful debut of the character in his first of eleven novel series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2012

    Highly recommended

    Thoroughly enjoyed this book. It was great to read a book that was very well written and did not include a lot of blood and torture like many mysteries. I liked it so much I ordered the whole series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 17, 2012

    Like many others, I loved, loved, loved the PBS mini series of Z

    Like many others, I loved, loved, loved the PBS mini series of Zen. While I thought reading the books would be a similar experience, I am finding that the only similarites are the name of main character, Aurelio Zen, the names of a few characters (their are tons more in the book), and that it takes place in Italy. That's it. Also, this is the first book in the series, while in the PBS mini series, this was the third episode. The book is interesting, but different from the series. Will I read more? Unsure.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2012

    Such style

    This is a great murxer mystery and the writer has style. Enjoy!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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