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Here you will find older scratches, musings and other detritus that once were located on the front pages, but have now faded.
Filed away here to collect dust and cobwwwebs in perpetuity, links may break, facts may change and data may corrupt.
On occasion I may come down here to tidy, but for the most, I prefer to leave the past where it lies.
Louise Welsh
When Rilke, a dissolute and promiscuous auctioneer, comes upon a hidden collection of violent and highly disturbing photographs, he feels compelled to unearth more about the deceased owner who coveted them.
What follows is a compulsive journey of discovery, decadence and deviousness...
To be brutally honest I didn't particularly enjoy this book. From a promising start, things quickly became predictable. The 'shocking' aspects of the book - the 'decadence and deviousness' - which the 'plot' revolved around, was not that shocking in reality. There was little that crime/detective fans would enthuse about, the characterisation was pretty 2D, and there was a tendency towards exposition. Characters made odd choices, which I couldn't follow, let alone understand.
There were occasional high points, but for the majority, it was certainly so so. The 'twist' at the end is more of a slight turn, given you can see it coming a mile off.
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