On the face of it, I should love this novel: spies, cabaret, a setting that is an alternative take on the Weimar Republic… What’s not to love, right?
However, the book just isn’t working for me. I’ve tried to read this several times, but just get lost in the endless names and descriptions that seem to lead nowhere.
This morning, I spent a good hour and a half trying one last time if there was a way to get into the story, but all I am left with is a hankering for some original1920s/30s literature with its roots firmly placed in the Weimar Republic.
I’m not rating the book. I have a clear suspicion that it is not the book’s fault that I prefer something closer to a feeling of authenticity than a pastiche any day.