This is the second mystery in this series that I've read, and for some reason this one wasn't quite as interesting as the first one. Takes place a military school for boys in Germany in the early 1900s, where strange things are happening. Boys are dying, and no one can figure out why the boy whos...
Mord, Dekadenz und Geisterbeschwörung: ein Krimi aus dem Wien der Jahrhundertwende. Wien, Anfang des 20. Jahrhunderts: Der Tod des jungen Mediums Charlotte Löwenstein gibt Rätsel auf. Es gibt keine Spuren von Gewalt, ein Abschiedsbrief deutet auf Selbstmord hin. Der Polizist Reinhardt glaubt we...
I found this book frustrating/irritating, because the author was constantly describing things that are hard to describe in words, such as music and paintings and food. The book needs illustrations! And maybe an accompanying CD of German art-songs and opera excerpts!It would make an exciting movie...
The concept of the unconscious has staged a comeback. New research, employing brain scans and other techniques, has shown that the unconscious is not only real but indispensable. Hidden Minds traces our enduring fascination with the unconscious and our attempts to tame it through hypnosis, psycho...
Their gazes met – and, simultaneously, they began to play. The opening violin melody was fluid and generous – an outpouring of enchanting sweetness. Although the subtitle ‘Spring’ was added to Beethoven’s F-major Sonata after his death, it was extraordinarily appropriate, capturing completely the...
Rheinhardt and Liebermann entered the building and without exchanging words or glances ascended the stairs to the inspector’s office. Rheinhardt sat behind his desk and removed a stack of forms from one of the drawers. He picked up his pen and prepared to take a statement from his friend, but was...
This work, published in 1690, was a meticulous analysis of how knowledge becomes consolidated in the mind. Although excited by Locke’s ‘essay’, Leibniz harboured some reservations and subsequently penned a brief critique. Unfortunately, Locke took a very dim view of Leibniz’s personal communicati...
The familiar things around him, his desk, pen and bowler hat, had appeared alien, as if they belonged to someone else. The extent of his dissociation had only became apparent when a lengthy, crackling silence was broken by Drasche’s anxious inquiry: ‘Are you still there, sir?’ ‘Yes,’ he had repli...
The houses they passed were dilapidated, and the air smelled vaguely of refuse. From somewhere beyond the end of the street a bugle sounded, establishing the proximity of the barracks. They arrived at their destination, a decrepit hovel, and paused to examine the filthy exterior. Pieces of stucco...
She had hardly touched her starter course. Indeed, she seemed to be more interested in rearranging the contents of her soup bowl than eating. Occasionally, however, she would raise a small dumpling or a morsel of sausage to her mouth. Then she would chew slowly, her jaw moving from side to side l...