The last couple of Brunetti mysteries I’d read were depressingly pessimistic. But this one broke that cycle. I like my books not to be so “realistic” as some of this series is. Reading is supposed to be an escape sometimes, especially when reading mysteries, not a re-enactment of the news. Although this one did foray into the-bad-guys-win territory, there was enough of a balance between plot, personal reflections, and Brunetti’s philosophical bent, that it didn’t depress and leave one in a bad mood. In fact, I felt satisfied after reading Fatal Remedies.