![]() ![]() This was one of the smartest murder mysteries I’ve read in years and certainly one of the oddest.ĩ. Eleven Prague Corpses by Kirill Kobrin, translated by Veronika Lakatova (Dalkey Archive Press) – All praise to the folks at Dalkey Archive for taking a chance at bringing out this intensely strange, slim set of ten linked stories sketching in a series of murders in Prague and featuring a pair of unlikely narrators gradually filling in a larger plot that may or may not have happened at all. A sub-standard year for mysteries, in other words, but there were still highlights:ġ0. ![]() ![]() After all, YOU aren’t the one getting murdered, nor are you (except for a few particularly unlucky souls, one imagines) the one tasked with solving a murder as an old friend of mine used to chuckle when asked why he loved the genre: “What I like most about whodunnits is that I’m not the who and I don’t have to sniff out the dunnit.” And in 2016, that guilty-pleasure aspect of the genre was its saving grace, because most of the other good bits you might find in a murder mystery – good writing, original plotting, stuff like that – were conspicuously absent. Despite their separate category here in the Stevereads year-end roundup, murder mysteries are always guilty pleasures at heart. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |