“The Rinaldi thrills us with a transgressive writing full of allusions and puns that make it intriguing” —The Daily Mirror
“There are books that can pull the reader into their world from the first pages; such is the case of Three, Imperfect Number” — La Gazzetta del Mezzogiorno
“Rinaldi takes the reader into the heart of Naples, one of the western suburbs dear to her, and into the heart of the characters that fill the scene of the novel.” —La Repubblica
“A Neapolitan writer, writing blood and full of surprises, a mystery, a Naples with strong color” — Donna Moderna
The report that lands on Commissario Martusciello’s desk is unlike any other. The lifeless body of the Neapolitan singer Jerry Vialdi, a.k.a. Gennaro Mangiavento, has been found at the Naples football stadium; another corpse, this time a Jane Doe, has been discovered in the Bentegodi Stadium in Verona, hundreds of miles away. The bodies were left in a fetal position, there are no signs of physical violence, the method and the madness behind it appear to hide some unutterable secret. Conclusion: a daring challenge left by a psychopath for the police. who are stabbing in the dark with no idea where to begin. All except for superintendent Blanca Occhiuzzi: beautiful, blind from birth, forced by the dark that envelops her to perceive the world through only four senses, she feels the fear in people; she feels their guilt and their innocence. It is she who takes Martusciello by the hand, guiding him into the mind of a murderer with her sensual intuition. It is as if he were the blind one. Allusive, mysterious, rife with double-meanings, saturated with an exotic almost esoteric musicality, Patrizia Rinaldi’s radically new way of writing recounts a captivating story.