Oh,
those lips; oh!, those eyes. You just
know she’s going to do him wrong.
Who?,
Bernie Gunther, of course.
Bernie’s
a private shamus in the noir mold of Chandler and my more recent favorite,
Robert Parker. Except it’s 1943 and he’s
been co-opted by the Nazis to work for an SS General.
This is
now the tenth book in The Berlin Noir series, and it’s Kerr’s best yet: hefty
at 400+ pages, and Kerr is now showing mastery of the noir genre.
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