Vienna Secrets (Max Liebermann Series #4)

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In Freud’s dangerous, dazzling Vienna of 1903, an ingenious doctor and an intrepid detective again challenge psychotic criminals across a landscape teetering between the sophisticated and the savage, the thrilling future and the primitive past.
 
On opposite sides of the city, two men are found beheaded on church grounds. Detective Inspector Oskar Reinhardt is baffled. Could the killer be mentally ill, someone the victims came into contact...
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Overview

In Freud’s dangerous, dazzling Vienna of 1903, an ingenious doctor and an intrepid detective again challenge psychotic criminals across a landscape teetering between the sophisticated and the savage, the thrilling future and the primitive past.
 
On opposite sides of the city, two men are found beheaded on church grounds. Detective Inspector Oskar Reinhardt is baffled. Could the killer be mentally ill, someone the victims came into contact with? Some are even blaming the murders on the devil. But when psychoanalyst Dr. Max Liebermann learns that both victims were vocal members of a shadowy anti-Semitic group, he turns his gaze to the city’s close-knit Hasidic community. The doctor is drawn into an urban underworld that hosts and hides virulent racists on one side and followers of kabbalah on the other. And as the evidence—and bodies—pile up, Liebermann must reconsider his own path, the one that led him away from the miraculous and toward a life of the mind.
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Editorial Reviews

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“A strong, intelligent plot and a terrific atmosphere of fin-de-siècle Vienna.”—The Times, London

"Tallis's excellent fourth puzzler set in early 20th-century Vienna (after 2008's Fatal Lies) neatly blends mystery and history...Fans of Caleb Carr will feel right at home." —Publisher's Weekly, starred review

"The historical details of police work and forensic investigation again are a strong point, and with this book’s inclusion of a trip to Prague, readers are introduced to another fascinating city...A solid entry in an excellent historical mystery series." —Booklist

"Captivating...[an] elegantly designed and executed period mystery." –New York Times Book Review

Marilyn Stasio
…Max's efforts to debunk hysterical fears of a murderous golem running amok won't be enough to hold off the gathering political storm. But for the course of this elegantly designed and executed period mystery, it's ever so satisfying to watch an intelligent man of science make a monkey out of the ignoramuses who would too soon take over this civilized society.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly
Tallis's excellent fourth puzzler set in early 20th-century Vienna (after 2008's Fatal Lies) neatly blends mystery and history. A scary series of murders, which may have a supernatural component, challenge psychiatrist Max Liebermann and Det. Insp. Oskar Rheinhardt. Two men, both with a track record of anti-Semitism, have turned up dead, their heads ripped from their bodies by some powerful force beyond the capacity of a single killer. The first, Brother Stanislav, was a regular contributor to Das Vaterland, a right-wing Catholic newspaper, and spoke at a rally that ended with the fatal stabbing of a young Jewish boy. The second victim, city councillor Burke Faust, had also fomented hatred. An important clue comes from a witness who heard a “whirring sound, like a giant insect” near one crime scene. Meanwhile, Liebermann's defense of a dying patient's rights puts him at odds with the Catholic church. Fans of Caleb Carr will feel right at home. (Apr.)
Library Journal
In this fourth series title featuring psychoanalyst Max Liebermann in 1903 Vienna (after Fatal Lies), Tallis again combines murder with elegant, erudite descriptions of a period and place in which modern, scientific, and rational thought clash with prejudice, ignorance, and racial hatred. When he's called by his police friend Rheinhardt to help investigate the decapitated corpse of a monk, both men are baffled. Then a rising politician meets a similar fate, and it appears that Jews may be at fault. Nonreligious Liebermann is forced to confront his own Jewish heritage as he discovers discomfiting similarities to a Jewish myth of the golem, a Frankenstein-like creature of monstrous strength. With his professional position threatened by anti-Semitic forces, his love life in shambles, and his beliefs shaken by questions about collective racial memory, Liebermann must use language and dream analysis plus scientific training to make sense of these mystic elements. VERDICT As in Tallis's earlier works, the murder mystery is almost second to larger themes involving dreams, architecture, music, racial politics, and even pastries in a Vienna that we realize is soon to break apart. [See Prepub Mystery, LJ 12/09.]—Roland Person, formerly with Southern Illinois Univ. Lib., Carbondale
Kirkus Reviews
Grisly murders shock an elegant city. In turn-of-the-century Vienna, Detective Inspector Oskar Rheinhardt calls his friend Dr. Max Liebermann to examine a horrific murder scene. Piarist monk Brother Stanislav has been decapitated, his head literally torn from his body. The first wave of questioning depicts the victim as a saintly sort, with no enemies, but a fellow monk later reveals that Stanislav wrote several articles for the anti-Semitic Vaterland. Indeed, anti-Semitism is flourishing in Vienna. To compete with golden-boy rival Burke Faust and curry the mayor's favor, Councillor Julius Schmidt proposes bigoted initiatives. By contrast, a Jewish study group led by charismatic Rebbe Barash sees the hand of God in the murder. Liebermann inadvertently steps into the middle of this simmering conflict when he prevents a priest from giving the last rites to a dissolute young baron who's finally at peace and oblivious to his imminent death. Liebermann and Rheinhardt share their theories during informal musical evenings, with Liebermann at the keyboard and Rheinhardt on vocals. In the nights that follow, Liebermann, who's recently broken off his engagement, has increasingly graphic dreams about his feminist friend Amelia Lydgate. When Faust is found decapitated like Stanislav, the case goes from an aberration to a serial killing. The only clue is the thick dark mud found at both murder scenes. In Liebermann's fourth case (Fatal Lies, 2009, etc.), Tallis again paints an elaborate portrait of Vienna. The precision and economy of his intelligent prose keep his story in balance and tension high.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780812980998
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/23/2010
  • Series: Max Liebermann Series , #4
  • Pages: 385
  • Sales rank: 627,150
  • Product dimensions: 5.36 (w) x 7.94 (h) x 0.89 (d)

Meet the Author

Frank Tallis is a writer and practicing clinical psychologist. He is the author of two previous Dr. Max Liebermann novels: Vienna Blood and Mortal Mischief.
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Part One  

The Breaking of the Vessels  

Liebermann stepped down from the cab.  

Two constables wearing long coats and spiked helmets were standing in the middle of the street, ready to block the passage of traffic. One of them came forward.  

"Herr Dr. Liebermann?"  

"Yes."  

"This way, please."  

The sun had barely risen, and the morning air was cold and dank. Ahead, four black lacquered carriages were parked: one of them was a windowless mortuary van. A flash of bright light unsettled the horses, signaling the presence of a police photographer. As Liebermann and his companion advanced, a cobbled concourse came into view, dominated by a white church with a convex baroque façade.  

"Maria Treue Kirche," said the constable. 

  Liebermann had often passed the church on his way to the Josefstadt theatre, but he had never paused to appreciate its size. He had to tilt his head back to see it all. Two spires, each decorated with a girdle of globes, flanked a classical columned pediment. A gilt inscription declared Virgo Fidelis Ave Coelestis Mater Amoris, and below this was a clock face showing the early hour: six o'clock. Winged figures peered over the gable. They were disporting themselves beneath a gold crucifix, enhanced with radial spokes to represent rays of divine light.  

On both sides of the concourse were identical three-story buildings. They were plain, functional structures, with roughcast walls. Liebermann saw the word "gymnasium" carved beneath a stone escutcheon.  

In front of the church were two gas lamps, and around one of these a loose group of men had assembled. The photographer and his assistant were preparing to take another photograph. Again, there was a brilliant flash, which exposed something dark and shapeless on the ground. The smoke from the magnesium ribbon hung motionless in the air. Liebermann was dimly aware of clopping hooves and a nervous whinnying. 

  One of the men turned round, a portly gentleman with a well-waxed upturned mustache. 

  "Max!"  

Detective Inspector Oskar Rheinhardt marched over to greet his friend. "Thank you for coming, Max."  

The constable clicked his heels and hurried back to his post.  

"When did you receive Haussmann's call?"  

"About five," Liebermann replied, stifling a yawn.  

"I'm sorry," said Rheinhardt, his eyes luminous with compunction. "I thought, as you do not live so very far away..."   "Of course," said Liebermann, unable to disguise a note of reproach. 

  "What time must you be at the hospital?"   "Seven-thirty."  

Rheinhardt nodded and invited him to follow.  

"Did Haussmann explain?"   "Yes, he did."   "You know what to expect, then. Good."  

Grasping the photographer's arm, Rheinhardt said, "A moment, please." He then ushered his friend forward.  

Within the circle of light around the gas lamp was what appeared at first to be a heap of clothes. It was situated within a large area of reflective blackness, the edges of which were irregular-like the borders of a country on a map. The air smelled faintly of rusting iron.  

"Brother Stanislav," said Rheinhardt.  

The monk's body appeared shapeless on account of the habit worn by the Piarist order. It was similar to that of the Jesuits-closed at the front, with three leather buttons. The corpse was supine, its feet hidden beneath the hem. A hand with curled fingers stuck out on one side. This pallid bony claw was the only visible part of Brother Stanislav. The cowl was sodden, flat, and unmistakably empty.  

Liebermann looked beyond the body and located the monk's head. He had been forewarned, but this did little to mitigate the shock.  

"He was discovered at about half past three," said Rheinhardt. "One of the Piarists-Brother Wendelin-could not sleep, and came out for some fresh air."  

"Where is Brother Wendelin now?" asked Liebermann.  

"In the church, praying."  

"Did he see or hear anything?"  

"Nothing at all." 

  Liebermann advanced, and made his way-somewhat warily-around the expanse of congealed blood. He squatted, and looked directly into the truncated stump of the monk's neck. The dawn sky provided him with just enough light to identify the remains of the key cervical structures; however, what he observed was nothing like the cross sections that he remembered from his anatomy classes, which had resembled the fatty marbled meat of a freshly sliced joint. The aperture of the trachea was displaced, as were the hardened remnants of cartilage. The vertebrae were fractured, and the muscles ripped and twisted. A rubbery length of artery hung out over the trapezius, still dripping. Something purple, veined, and lobulated was lying on the ground close to the monk's right shoulder. Liebermann guessed that it might be a piece of the thyroid gland.  

A memory of his old anatomy professor's voice invaded Liebermann's mind: scalenus medius, sternocleidomastoid, omohyoid. The young doctor was perplexed. He was not a pathologist, but he knew enough anatomy to be deeply troubled by what he saw.  

"What is it, Max?" 

  Liebermann waved his hand, indicating that he was not ready to comment. He stood up and moved toward the severed head. It seemed to take him an inordinate amount of time to travel the relatively short distance-and all the while the horrific object exercised a curious fascination. He could hear Rheinhardt following behind him and the sound of muted voices. The world seemed to recede. 

  Again, Liebermann bent down.  

The dead monk's face was pressed against the cobbles, eyes closed, lips parted: hair and beard flecked with silver, pale skin maculated with spots of blood. His large aquiline nose was bent to one side. Even though Liebermann was all too aware that the object of his attention was insensate, he was suddenly seized by a powerful urge to reach out and rotate the head so that the monk would experience less discomfort. Years of adjusting the position of patients in their beds had made his concern instinctive, even, as now, in circumstances of unquestionable redundancy.   Liebermann scrutinized the monk's neck and noted once more the same anatomical havoc: stretched and contorted musculature, identical displacements and splintering. The macabre skirt of papery skin was particularly disturbing.   "Well?" said Rheinhardt.   Liebermann stood up.  

"It looks as if the head has been...torn from the body."  

"That's what I thought. Perhaps I should go to the Prater this afternoon." 

  "I'm sorry?" 

  "To interview the strongmen."  

The sound of a barrel organ: gentlemen in white body stockings and black trunks, tensing their arms to make their biceps bulge. 

  Liebermann couldn't imagine one of those vain, posturing clowns grasping the monk's head and ripping it from his shoulders.  

"Oskar," said Liebermann. "Do you realize how much force is required to pull someone's head off?"  

"Considerable force, obviously." 

  "Even with a horse-and some means of holding the body still-it would still be difficult."   "Then it was several men?"   "Perhaps..."  

"How many?"  

"Two or three heavy fellows sitting on the body, and a third and fourth to turn the head...but it would still have taken a while." 

  "How long?"  

"It's difficult to say. But however long it might have taken, they don't seem to have been terribly concerned about being caught! They performed their heinous act under the gas lamp! Observe the pattern created by the flow of blood." The young doctor re-created the outpouring in the air with his hands. "Look at those splashes, which show us how the head rolled away from the body. Brother Stanislav was almost certainly decapitated as he lay on the ground in the very position we currently find him; however, he might not have been conscious when he was killed. His eyes are closed.... A man struggling against four or five assailants would almost certainly have had his eyes wide open when the spinal cord was severed." 

  "Couldn't the murderers have closed his eyes after the head was removed?"  

"Well, they could. But it would be a strange thing to do, don't you think? Closing the eyes of the dead is usually a sign of respect."  

The door of the church was unlatched, and an elderly monk appeared. He saw Rheinhardt and made his way over.   "Father?" said Rheinhardt.  

"My son, the children..." He looked exasperated. "Brother Stanislav's remains must be removed before the school opens. I'm afraid I cannot allow-"  

"Our work is almost done," Rheinhardt interrupted. "It won't be long now, I promise you." He turned to Liebermann. "Excuse us." He then signed for the photographer to continue and steered the old monk back toward the church.   In spite of the presence of so many men it was remarkably quiet. The police team spoke in hushed, reverential tones.   On the other side of the road, facing the church, were some mansion blocks. Liebermann's view was partially obscured by a monument-a pillar of stone rising out of the concourse and surmounted by a statue of the Virgin Mary. It was as high as an Egyptian obelisk. He went to take a closer look.  

At the base of the column were three large figures. The first of these held an open book and possessed an unusually compassionate face: head tilted forward, melancholy eyes, and creases suggesting depth of feeling. The figure wore robes of stone that had been masterfully sculpted into sensuous layers and folds. He or she-for the gender was ambiguous-wore a generous hood, beneath which hair flowed back in delicate waves. Liebermann admired the artistry that had gone into the figure's hands, which were delicate and beautifully poised. He noticed-with some regret-that one of the fingers had been broken. 

  Liebermann walked around the column and paused to consider the second figure. It too was hooded, but the hood enveloped a face invested with less sentiment: a long curly beard, staring eyes, and a somewhat vacant expression. Two birds, possibly doves, sat on a featureless slab held in the saint's left hand.  

The third figure, a bearded man with no hood, was more interesting than the second. His gown billowed out, as if caught in a breeze. One of his arms was extended, and his posture suggested that he intended the passerby to look toward something from which he had averted his gaze. He rested a hand on his heart, an attitude that evoked sympathy. 

  This holy triumvirate was arranged around the pedestal of the column, on which a number of other figures of varying sizes (angels, cherubs, and knights) were mounted. The column itself rose to a great height and was decorated with a spiral motif of disembodied putti; however, their chubby little faces did not look happy. Indeed, the effect was quite sinister. It was as if the stone were sucking them in like quicksand.

   On top of the column was a golden globe out of which projected two sharp horns, and on this ball of metal stood the Virgin. A ring of stars circled her head, and her hands were pressed together in prayer.  

Liebermann took a step backward to get a better view and trod in what he thought at first was horse manure. He grimaced as he felt his foot sink into it; however, when he looked down, he saw that the cobbles were covered with scattered earth. He had to pick his way through the clods to avoid getting more on his shoes.  

Rheinhardt had finished talking to the old monk and was now issuing instructions to the men standing beneath the gas lamp. The photographer lifted the camera off its tripod and placed it on the ground. There then followed a general dispersal. The inspector's assistant-Haussmann-ran over to the mortuary van and spoke to the driver. The van then turned a full circle in the street before mounting the pavement and rumbling onto the concourse. Some of the constables had to look lively to get out of its way.  

"Well," Rheinhardt called as he approached, "what do you think?"  

Liebermann grasped his chin, and tapped his pursed lips with his index finger.  

"An anticlerical group?"  

"Who?" 

  Liebermann shrugged.  

"Or some former pupils, originally educated by Brother Stanislav, who returned to settle a score? A payback for some cruelty, some violation, perpetrated when they were powerless to retaliate."  

"He was a priest!" said Rheinhardt, balking a little.  

Liebermann threw his friend a look of wry amusement. He did not believe that an outward show of piety automatically merited respect.  

"One should never underestimate the murderous rage of children. It is fierce, and unfettered by civilizing influences. I can well imagine some cherished infantile fantasy of revenge, shared by a close group of friends, festering, incubating in the unconscious, generating tension over many years-the release of which could then only ever be achieved by the performance of a brutal, cathartic murder. Ritualistic acts often focus and channel the energies of a community. They provide a means of safe discharge. Think, for example, of our funeral services and ceremonies. Appalling and otherwise unmanageable grief is contained by the time-honored practice of vigils, processing, and rites. There is certainly something ritualistic about decapitation. I wonder whether it served some similar purpose." Liebermann turned and faced the column. "What is this?"  

"A plague monument, like the one on the Graben."   "And who are these figures?"  

They began to walk around the pedestal.  

"This, I believe, is Saint Anna," said Rheinhardt, pointing to the androgynous figure with the compassionate face. "Mother of the Virgin. I don't know who the fellow with the two birds is supposed to be, but this one here"-Rheinhardt nodded at the final statue-"is almost certainly Saint Joseph, husband of the Virgin. Do you want me to find out who the fellow with the birds is?" 

  Before Liebermann could answer, he slipped on the cobbles. Rheinhardt caught his arm.  

"Have you noticed all this mud?" exclaimed the young doctor. "It couldn't have been carried on people's shoes. There's too much of it. Is there a garden close by?"  

"Not that I know of." Rheinhardt squatted down. "They might have arrived in a carriage..." The inspector squeezed some of the mud between his thumb and forefinger. "It could have been stuck to the wheels."  

"In which case there should be wheel tracks. Can you see any?"  

Rheinhardt studied the ground.  

"Then perhaps it is inconsequential. Someone was carrying pots here earlier-and dropped them." 

  Liebermann scraped his feet on the iron railings surrounding the pedestal. The mud was sticky and not easily displaced.  

"I can't attend a ward round with dirty shoes."  

"No," said Rheinhardt. "That would be a catastrophe, I'm sure."  

Liebermann ignored the inspector's pointed remark. Dirty shoes might not seem very important to Rheinhardt, especially when set against murder; however, in Vienna, a doctor indifferent to sartorial etiquette might just as well give up medicine. Liebermann took out a handkerchief, bent over, and started to polish.   Rheinhardt raised his gaze to the sky.   "What are you doing? There's a shoeblack who sets up a stall just outside the theatre. He'll be there in a few minutes!"   Liebermann was not prepared to wait.  

Chapter Two

 Mendel Liebermann had not been very attentive during Professor Freud's lecture. The first part-a history of the scientific study of dreams-had been quite interesting, but the second part, which had dealt mainly with the professor's recent discoveries, seemed impenetrable. It wasn't the first time that Mendel had heard Freud talk at the B'nai B'rith lodge. Freud had addressed the brethren many times before, and when he wasn't talking about his psychological theories, Mendel found him perfectly intelligible, even entertaining. His talks on "The Goals and Purposes of the B'nai B'rith Order" and "The Role of Women in Our Union" were perceptive and thought-provoking; however, when Freud spoke about psychoanalysis, Mendel became utterly lost.  

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2011

    Another good read by Frank Tallis

    Frank Tallis knows how to spin a good mystery, and "Vienna Secrets," the fourth in the Max Lieberman series, is no exception. His characters are well drawn (especially the brilliant but arrogant Dr. Lieberman), but the appeal of this series is Tallis's ability to recreate the Vienna of the turn of the last century--a grand city with a profusion of artistic and scientific genius, but harboring the seeds of social decay and political disaster. He depicts the role of the upper-class Jewish community as it was--a community producing creative giants like Mahler, Freud and Klimt, but which nonetheless was hardly embraced by the Christian majority.

    If there's a criticism of Tallis's writing, it's that he wears his erudition on his sleeve. Of course, as a psychologist, he's intimately familiar with the study of the mind, but his diversions into the technicalities of music and his frequent use of esoteric terms detract from the flow of the narrative. Nonetheless, I'm looking forward to the next in the series.

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  • Posted July 11, 2012

    Great Historical Mystery

    Another excellent effort in the Liebermann series. Great story woven with a wonderful historical perspective of turn of the century Vienna.

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  • Posted May 14, 2010

    Liebermann at his Best!

    Tallis's Max Liebermann series gets better with each outing. The characters are developed in a maturing way and you believe the real close bonds of The Odd Couple -the Jewish psychiatrist Liebermann and the Austrian detective Otto Reinhardt. The plot deals with medieval Jewish mystic belief and an apparent connection to turn-of-the-century Vienna in a credible and fascinating manner. To really enjoy this, you should read the three earlier ones first!

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  • Posted March 20, 2010

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    A thoroughly Jewish murder mystery

    You will enjoy reading Frank Tallin's new (2010) novel VIENNA SECRETS, if (1) you are fascinated by the dying Austro-Hungarian empire of Emperor Franz Joseph, (2) you like very long detective stories with abundant, well explained clues and (3) you are a student of Central European Jewry from the MIddle Ages till now. *****

    The novel is noir, vivid, rich in detail. It is very, very Jewish. At times I had the impression that I was reading paeans to an ethnic group very much like Black History Month oratory. And I loved it. If you ever had doubts about Jewish contributions to Prague and Vienna, VIENNA SECRETS will erase them. *****

    Franz Kafka is not a player when the novel's hero Maxim Liebermann, M.D., visits Prague. But a medieval Jewish rabbi he goes there to understand better, turns out to have contributed, through his creation from river mud of a creature called golem, to the solution of three horrid beheadings back in Liebermann's home city, Vienna. *****

    Similarly by novel's end the reader sees that the contributions of Vienna to the world are unthinkable without grand Jewish names like Sigmund Freud, Arthur Schnitzler and Jewish contributions to medicine, theater, religious speculation and on and on. We listen to a lecture by Freud at his Jewish lodge. We meet Jews who have their own dueling society. *****

    And we unravel the puzzle of the three beheadings with the help of a dozen major clues of which only one does not not require understanding of Jewish legends and beliefs. Fortunately, the English author provides all the Jewish background which non-Jewish readers need to understand when a clue is a clue.
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  • Posted December 31, 2009

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    great historical police procedural

    In 1903 Vienna, having collaborated before (see Vienna Blood) Detective Inspector Oskar Reinhardt asks his much older friend psychoanalyst Dr. Max Liebermann to take a look at a gruesome corpse found on the grounds of Maria Treue Kirche. Max informs Oskar the victim a pianist monk Brother Stanislav had his head savagely ripped from his body. Before going on to the General Hospital to make his rounds, Max suggests Oskar interview strong men as well as the monks. Under questioning the monks insist Brother Stanislav was a good holy person until finally one breaks ranks and says the victim wrote anti-Semitic articles published in Vaterland.

    Meanwhile two city council rivals Burke Faust and Julius Schmidt compete for favors from the mayor. Schmidt begins an anti-Jewish campaign using the homicide as justification. Rebbe Barash and his Kabala followers insist God's wrath descended on the monk which just enflames the city and encourages Schmidt. When Faust has his head torn off, the city reacts with anger and fear as anti-Semitism fever rises exponentially. While struggling with the case whose lone link is odd mud at the murder scenes, Max is in trouble at the hospital over Last Rites and Oskar dreams of dating a feminist.

    Once again as in the Liebermann-Reinhardt previous collaborations (see A Death in Vienna and Fatal Lies), the time and place make for a great historical police procedural with the emphasis on the anti-Semitic atmosphere of 1903 Vienna. The murder inquiry is a terrific police procedural that will grip the audience wondering who and why. However, once again what makes Frank Tallis' latest tale and the entire series one of the best on the market is the sense of being in Vienna at the time of Freud.

    Harriet Klausner

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