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464 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2005
“I believe,” said Rheinhardt, selecting his words with utmost care, “we should only consider a supernatural explanation when all other explanations have been eliminated.”
“So, how did I give myself away this time?”
“Earlier this evening,” began Lieberman, “we were discussing Schubert and you unintentionally confused the ‘Death and the Maiden’ string quartet with ‘The Trout’ quintet! Now, I know for a fact that you are very familiar with the Schubert repertoire. So I considered that the mistake, the slip of the tongue, was significant. Being, as you are a detective inspector, the kind of death that naturally preoccupies you most is a murder. The term ‘maiden’ implies youth and beauty…Putting all this together, I inferred the influence of the unconscious memory. An unconscious memory of a murdered young woman.”
Rheinhardt shook his head in disbelief. “All right. But what about the blood--the blood on the blue dress? How did you work that out?”
“When we were performing the Hugo Wolf song-- ‘Auf dem See’--you stumbled over the word ‘blood’ on both renditions. I took this to be confirmation of my earlier speculation. When I asked you just now what you intended to buy your wife on your wedding anniversary, you said a dress. But you couldn’t, at first, remember the color of the material that her dressmaker had recommended, however, some time later, you were able to say that is was blue. I took this to mean that the idea of the blue dress was being repressed.”
Mendel looked enviously as his son's gâteau, a large glazed chocolate sponge cake shaped like a saddle of deer, filled with apricot jam and studded with almonds. His own order was less arresting, being a simple pastry filled with sweet curd cheese.There are many references to mouth-watering pastries. Later, Lieberman is meeting with Inspector Reinhart. Lieberman has his usual schwarzer while Rheinhart has a Türkishe. Perhaps these are familiar to those of you who drink coffe. But Reinhardt also has a dobostorte.
Lieberman scooped the froth off his coffee with a teaspoon, while Rheinhardt plunged his fork through several layers of sponge and chocolate cream.The writing was better than what might expect for a mystery. I thought the characterizations not quite as good as one might expect for historical fiction. The novel is a good blend of the genres. If I were going to rate only the first third, it would probably be just 3-stars, but it got better as I read. The last half lifted it. I'm not convinced it is anywhere near even the middle of my 4-star group, but I do hope to find myself reading another in the series.