Praise for "Death in Breslau"
"As noir as they get. This complex and atmospheric thriller will find many fans." "--The Independent"
"The city of Breslau is as much a character in this thriller as the parade of gothic loons that inhabit it ... Addictive ... " "--The Daily Telegraph"
"A stylish, intelligent and original addition to the canon." "--The Financial Times"
"Krajewski carved out a new niche, Polish noir. And what a neat niche it is: sweaty with decadent aristocrats, fleshy with prostitutes and pimps and corpulent with corpses ... a bawdy, black-humoured and a unique police tale." "--RTE Guide"
"Rich and idiosyncratic ... Atmosphere and piquant period detail saturate the pages, and push these books into the upper echelons of literary crime. Krajewski's lacerating narrative performs the key function of the skilful novelist: providing an entre into a world far from our own." "--The Independent"
"Fans of Simenon's stand-alone noirs will find much to like."
--Publishers Weekly
"Krajewski focuses brilliantly on Mock's psychological dissolution, but he also continues to offer fascinating glimpses of the city... bizarre and insightful."
--ALA Booklist (starred review) Praise for Death in Breslau "As noir as they get. This complex and atmospheric thriller will find many fans."
--The Independent "The city of Breslau is as much a character in this thriller as the parade of gothic loons that inhabit it ... Addictive ... "
--The Daily Telegraph "A stylish, intelligent and original addition to the canon."
--The Financial Times "Krajewski carved out a new niche, Polish noir. And what a neat niche it is: sweaty with decadent aristocrats, fleshy with prostitutes and pimps and corpulent with corpses ... a bawdy, black-humoured and a unique police tale."
--RTE Guide "Rich and idiosyncratic ... Atmosphere and piquant period detail saturate the pages, and push these books into the upper echelons of literary crime. Krajewski's lacerating narrative performs the key function of the skilful novelist: providing an entre into a world far from our own."
--The Independent
A man bound, gagged and sealed alive inside a wall to die. Another quartered, his fingers severed. One of the victims was a musician, the other a locksmith. The only detail that the killings have in common - apart from their abnormal savagery - is a page of a calendar with the day of the death marked in blood.
To solve these bizarre murders, Criminal Councillor Eberhard Mock must search for answers in Breslau's underworld, a decadent demi-monde he knows all to well. As he pursues the investigation, his marriage is in decline. In revenge for his misdemeanours, Mock's wife embarks on a sexual odyssey of her own involving a mysterious figure who appears to be connected with the apocalyptic fever gripping the city and high society of Breslau in the late Twenties. Mock, himself the most ambiguous and complex of policemen, must confront a cult that preaches the imminent end of the world.