![]() ![]() The book takes the psychology of the protagonist further along the trail started by Frances Iles in Malice Aforethought to create a believable insight into the mind of the character. The shock when he is finally revealed is superb. You suspect everybody that you now encounter is the man you now know so well from the inside. ![]() It is only at the end of part one, when the reader is flipped to the perspective of the person trying to find him that you realise that although you have been walking around in his head for 80 pages, you don’t know his name and neither does the detective. There is somehow an inevitability about him succeeding. It is hard to imagine how Levin will manage to sustain the tension in his first person narrative when his thoughts turn to murder on page 27. Not strictly a golden age novel – it was written in 1952 – but it has all the hallmarks of the finest writing of the golden age. ![]()
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