“Someone is going to be killed here and all I have are three soft guys who, at worst, can knit, who trample over every footprint and who see Scotch as nothing more than a proven lime remover, something for cleaning the toilet.”
Berlin: three young protagonists, a murder case and a failure across the board. Add to that a narrator who is part of the action but who still tries her best to stay on top of things.
There are all types of inconsistencies and a pattern featuring diamonds, flies, hexagons, pentagons and decagons that could have been the key to everything if…
Yeah, if only Stanjic, the Austrian refugee, Glaser, the man who works in new media, and von Sydow, who pines for women without ever landing one, had been a little bit better suited to detective work – and put two and two together.
Verena Rossbacher creates a very unique cosmos in which her monomaniacal characters struggle to align their perspective with the general constitution of the world. The story is told with humor, absurdity and a passion for digression.
