I enjoy Furst’s mysteries, this one more than the others, I think. He features his usual everyman hero – this time a journalist – and paints pre-World War II Europe with such evocative detail that I easily slip into his worlds. People here really do meet on train platforms and believe that words, in the form of a resistance newspaper, can change the world. I like how Furst is not aiming to have a murderer caught, a problem solved, or a crisis averted. It is June of 1939 in Paris. Everyone, including his characters, knows what is coming (though perhaps not the severity of it). Generally, though, we see it in such grand pictures – big numbers, maps, famous names. Furst gives us the ordinary folks – the truck drivers, the salespeople at a department store. It is their story, too.
Great atmosphere. Compelling love story. Good book.