never useless to fight the evil , spitting through his teeth this kind of Philip Marlowe, "with Iron Cross of Merit on his resume, which is Bernie Gunther.
In this ex-cop Kripo always remember, dammit! , that once, years ago, he ruled alone for a strangler called Gormann . And that's already tired when burned, things of life and love, Bernie. But the former German police guripa left the day he realized on a scale that weighed more than the heart cockroach cold one behind the kitchen sink than most of their leaders and fellow National Socialists Kripo.
In this ex-cop Kripo always remember, dammit! , that once, years ago, he ruled alone for a strangler called Gormann . And that's already tired when burned, things of life and love, Bernie. But the former German police guripa left the day he realized on a scale that weighed more than the heart cockroach cold one behind the kitchen sink than most of their leaders and fellow National Socialists Kripo.
And now the winds cigarette smoke on their fingers as a powerful German industrialist executive to recover a diamond necklace and to investigate, by the way, who murdered his daughter. You know, the normal, routine day for a guy who wears his raincoat in the spring and has a secretary of ceñidísimas curves it is advisable to take second. That always happens but tender tough guys who dress the feet have cracked knuckles to give blows to the steel barbs gorillas and also intercept Bebop while rub scars with glasses of whiskey without ice mid ... because a crime novel is just that: a game, a hieroglyph, a work of clearing is carried out with the purpose of ordering a bit of a winding frame given, usually very pink and very mortal. A little sex, a little love fou, some bullets and thousands of words.
Also, if you look good, the noir genre is always an unfinished gender: there is always someone to point ... (About to die, ready to kill, to betray someone, to go to bed with a woman, about to solve a mystery ...)
Like life itself, come on. Also, if you look good, the noir genre is always an unfinished gender: there is always someone to point ... (About to die, ready to kill, to betray someone, to go to bed with a woman, about to solve a mystery ...)
Well, that, that between Nazi Weimar Republic, broken glass, star of David and adolescent girls and blue-eyed blondes of twelve that evaporate into the path of the home gym of his parents, Bernie moves the Iron Cross. Yeah, man, the same years ago by himself caught in a dangerous choke that ... Ironic, sarcastic, funny, cuckolded, beaten, disenchanted, philandering ... like all the detectives and protagonists of the Noir of these things in the world have been, are and will from that Hammett put the raincoat on a rainy afternoon Spade March and sent him to solve puzzles of twelve letters in column three horizontal ( HALC-OR-N-É MALT-S). In other words, the usual but well, what was already on the label of the old dressings selling brews Chester Himes, Gardner and Cain , wrist, now again agitated in the shaker with 3 / 4 more than Himmler and a slice, baby, I lose, Aryan blood juice freshly squeezed from the tree of Dachau ... the old blues of Chicago's bloody sidewalks has become the abracadabra of the smoky cabaret, crazy post-Versailles Germany and dark open seed rot, hatred and uniforms. Money, money, money ... Money Makes the world go around, The world go around, The world go around, Money Makes the world go around, of That We Can Be sure .(....) On Being poor.
Bernie, as a pupil of PhD's sewers, you know that the crime novel begins just as the sun sets in the hearts of women, on the docks and bars ... when the interior of the houses overlook suspicious silence in brown bags men dodge the dim light of lanterns and cling to walls too much for anyone to see. It then begins to hear the jazz of the blades rusty swing and ring their necks broken chords that always end up in bang. Mein Herr. Forensics provide the moonlight with gin jug with hot body yet innocent virgin staple and put on their best league and sprayed the vagina of cheap perfume and lies. Der tod.
Philip Kerr- the creator of Bernie, the cop Kripo one day he decided only the case of a strangler of young women who ...- is a type of a friendly and routine narrative skill. A genre writer who follows strictly the route marked by manual classic noir and not just an inch out of its banks. His "Trilogy Berlin" or "Berlin Noir" (consisting of the novels "March Violets," "Pale Criminal" and "German Requiem" ) is as absorbent as conventional, without this being a handicap or a contradiction in terms . For the reader who has looked out over half a dozen classic novel of crime and mysteries, "Berlin Trilogy" not imply any surprising finding any literary or shock. Kerr is limited to build a Berlin between the wars on the scaffolding firm of the clichés of the original American classics. Its virtue as a storyteller lies in, to paraphrase Pessoa, be concise and to capture the reader's interest. The elusive quality of fun. That joy accommodated providing custom.
"Berlin Trilogy", but do not invent anything new, it has such requirements for non-essential entertainment exhausting the reader early in the game of distorting mirrors and reflections distorted the novel.
AND lips began to tremble as if he'd chew broken glass ...
That's it. Just that. Greetings
Jim Noir.
