Vienna blood

Frank Tallis

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Published
New York : Random House Trade Paperbacks 2007.
Language
English
Main Author
Frank Tallis (-)
Edition
Random House Trade pbk. ed
Item Description
"A novel."
Originally published: [London] : Century, 2006, in series: The Liebermann papers.
Physical Description
485 p. : ill. ; 21 cm
Bibliography
Includes bibliographical references (p. 485).
ISBN
9780812977769
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Review by New York Times Review

For all the acts of cruelty committed between its covers, Sara Paretsky's BLEEDING KANSAS (Putnam, $25.95) might as well have been a crime novel requiring the services of her series sleuth, V.I. Warshawski. Set in the rural Kaw River Valley, where the author grew up, and sparked by a feud between two families that pioneered this farm region during the 1850s, the multigenerational narrative bristles with the kind of prickly social issues that give substance to Paretsky's detective stories. But the pointed absence of her Chicago private eye may indicate that some of the social conflicts currently polarizing the American heartland can't be resolved in the fair-and-square manner of genre tradition. The blood-boiling issue in "Bleeding Kansas" is religious intolerance. Bigotry comes naturally to the members of the Schapen clan, who worship at the Salvation Through the Blood of Jesus Full Bible Church and become apoplectic when Gina Haring, a New York lesbian and New Age Wiccan, moves into an old farmhouse and attempts to practice her beliefs. When they aren't harassing Gina as a "sodomite," Myra Schapen and her belligerent brood are railing against the "communist" notion of a co-op farmers' market and hatching plots to undermine their neighbors, the Grelliers, whose more tolerant ways just plain get under their skin. Any inclination on the part of the reader to sympathize with the Schapens (for being born and bred stupid) in this barnyard feud are wiped out when Chip Grellier, who joins the Army after being suspended from school for a fight started by his Schapen tormentors, is killed in Iraq. But the Schapens do provide much black humor by breeding the "perfect red heifer" referred to in the Old Testament, creating an international storm that ensnares both fundamentalist Christians and ultraorthodox Jews. Paretsky takes care to ground her story in the regional history of Kansas, where battles over slavery were fought to the death in the 1850s and neighbor turned against neighbor more than a century later over issues like racism, women's rights and Vietnam. Kansas, Paretsky suggests, is no freak offspring in our union of states. Rather, it's a microcosm of a nation at war with itself. Frank Tallis returns to the glory days of the Austro-Hungarian Empire in VIENNA BLOOD (Random House, paper, $15), when fin de siècle Europe looked to the glittering Hapsburg capital for the latest advances in science, philosophy and the arts. In this fine sequel to "A Death in Vienna," the cafes, concert houses and lecture halls are still bustling with creative energy. But rumblings of anti-Semitism are growing louder, and the suppression of secret societies like the Freemasons has only led to the proliferation of all manner of underground groups, subversive and otherwise. "There was something about this city," Tallis explains, "that attracted intrigue, conspiracy and sedition." Forbidden public assembly, some groups, like the Psychological Society that convenes weekly at the home of Sigmund Freud, simply hold their meetings in private. But one cabal with a sinister agenda of Germanic supremacy has given purpose to a serial killer whose terrible handiwork leads Inspector Oskar Rheinhardt to consult with his friend, the psychologist Max Liebermann, on a clinical profile of the murderer. The professional rapport and easy friendship of this duo lend a bit of quiet charm to a series that, rather like a Viennese pastry, is stuffed almost to bursting with showy delights. John Turner, the deep-thinking sheriff's deputy in James Sallis's SALT RIVER (Walker, $21.95), comes by his existential melancholy honorably, through circumstances narrated in the two previous books in this haunting series. While there are crimes to be solved in the backwater town outside Memphis where Turner once thought he could shake the big-city blues - for one thing, his best friend is wanted for murder - they mostly resolve themselves. This leaves Turner free to adopt a philosophy for sustaining himself through his losses: "Sometimes you just have to see how much music you can make with what you have left." Sallis writes poetic rings around the subject, brooding on a grasshopper that takes off "with a thrill of wings" even as he lets an old man explain how he manages to keep faith with a town that has lost every last one of its Democrats. And with all the bad weather in this book, it's good to know that the last storm is a cleansing one. "In York Station, the gas lamps were all lit." With that discreet opening sentence, Andrew Martin draws readers of THE LOST LUGGAGE PORTER (Harvest/Harcourt, paper, $14) into the romance, mystery and danger of the railroad age. It's 1906 and Jim Stringer, the young engine man who came by his exciting job in "The Necropolis Railway" (and lost it in "The Blackpool Highflyer"), has just been hired as a detective by the North Eastern Railway Police. While the work is not nearly as satisfying as stoking the fires of the great steam engines, it does put him in their vicinity. And once Jim goes undercover, joining a gang of murderous thieves that's plundering the yard, he is able to look into the darkest corners of York's vast railway station. But no matter how deeply Jim plunges into the poverty and filth of England's industrial age, he never loses his sense of wonder at the monstrous beauty of its great machines. Sara Paretsky's latest novel bristles with prickly social issues, but V.I. Warshawski is nowhere to be seen.

Copyright (c) The New York Times Company [October 27, 2009]
Review by Booklist Review

*Starred Review* Tallis offers another installment in his intelligent, challenging, masterfully crafted series set in turn-of-the-century Vienna and featuring Freudian disciple Dr. Max Liebermann. In this outing, Liebermann's policeman friend, Rheinhardt, asks the doctor to help solve one of the most brutal and bloody crimes in Viennese history. The case begins on a bizarre note an anaconda at the Vienna Zoo is found dead, cut into three pieces and arranged in its cage in an almost ritualistic manner. But, then, four prostitutes are slaughtered and mutilated, and the killer scrawls a mysterious, crosslike symbol on the wall of the murder site in the victims' blood. This is quickly followed by the brutal murder of a Czech national. It appears that the victims were all killed with the same weapon, but that's the only commonality. Despite Dr. Liebermann's attempts to analyze the killer's mind-set, he can find no clues to his motive, rationale, or choice of victims. It's only when Liebermann and Rheinhardt discover links to Vienna's mysterious secret societies and to a deadly mission fueled by racial prejudice and hatred that they begin to move toward a solution. Early-nineteenth-century literature, art, music, politics, and medicine provide a vivid backdrop to Tallis' enthralling, unusual, intelligently written literary thriller. A superb book for mystery buffs, history lovers, and connoisseurs of European culture.--Melton, Emily Copyright 2007 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

British clinical psychologist Tallis follows his superior debut, A Death in Vienna (2007), with this gripping sequel. Viennese Det. Insp. Oskar Rheinhardt, already faced with finding the person who butchered the emperor's favorite anaconda, comes under even more pressure from his superiors when several murders are committed in quick succession. The inspector enlists the assistance of insightful Freud disciple Max Liebermann, who quickly deduces that the killer is choosing his victims to correspond with the plot of Mozart's The Magic Flute. The book's strength lies in the relationship and interplay between the two detectives, whose friendship, which includes a shared love of music, may remind some of Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey and Maturin. The clever plotting and quality writing elevate this above most other historicals, even if the solution to the crimes comes as no great surprise. (Jan.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

An alarmingly prolific serial killer terrorizes turn-of-the-century Vienna. Police inspector Oskar Rheinhardt is called to a modest house in the rundown Spittelberg district where a madam and three young prostitutes have been brutally murdered. The only definite clue is an enigmatic symbol scrawled on a wall. (It takes Sigmund Freud himself, chapters later, to identify it as a swastika, from the Sanskrit.) As in previous cases, Rheinhardt consults brilliant psychotherapist Max Liebermann, a classically trained pianist who also provides the accompaniment for Rheinhardt's singing on their musical evenings. Because the weapon appears to be a saber, Rheinhardt begins with the questioning of a swaggering company of military officers. Amelia Lydgate, a feminist doctor with a knowledge of advanced forensic techniques, helps with blood analysis. Liebermann, recently engaged to the beautiful Clara, finds himself inconveniently attracted to the vibrant physician. Two more murders, of a Czech street vendor and the Nubian servant to an influential professor, confirm the presence of a serial killer but bring Rheinhardt no closer to his identity. Could he be connected to Vienna's recent upsurge of xenophobia, or to the bizarre zoo killing of boa constrictor Hildegard, the emperor's favorite snake, ritualistically cut into three pieces? In this intricate sequel to the award-winning A Death in Vienna (2006), Tallis uses his knowledge of medicine, music, psychology and history to create an endlessly fascinating portrait of 1902 Vienna. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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The Italian lunged forward. He was a small, lean man, but very muscular. Any disadvantage he suffered because of his lack of height was amply compensated for by his sharp eye and astonishing speed. Liebermann successfully deflected the foil's thrust but lost his balance. He was unable to produce a counterattack and his opponent advanced yet again. The tip of the Italian's foil came perilously close to the protective quilting over Liebermann's heart. Recovering his footing, Liebermann chose to make a passŽ -darting behind the Italian and taking a few steps backward. A trickle of sweat slid down his hot cheek. The Italian shrugged and walked away, flexing his foil in a gesture of indifference. After a few paces he swung around and adopted the preparatory stance, his chin tilted upward in an attitude of arrogance. Liebermann edged forward. The Italian seemed to relax, his foil wilting a little in an apparently weaker grip. Liebermann noticed the subtle change and struck. A violent brassy clang was followed by the shriek of scraping metal: the Italian's foil yielded, offering no resistance. Liebermann congratulated himself, believing that he had taken his opponent by surprise-but the concession was merely tactical. The Italian's blade deftly flicked around Liebermann's, displacing it with a powerful grazing action, and, once again, the tip of his opponent's foil effortlessly penetrated Liebermann's defenses. Liebermann retreated, executing a series of deflective maneuvers that barely contained the Italian's renewed fierce attack. {{ 3 }} Frank Tallis They circled each other, occasionally touching blades in glancing contact. "You should have anticipated my froissement, Herr Doctor," said the Italian gruffly. He tapped his temple and added: "Think, Herr Doctor! If you do not think, all is lost." Liebermann examined the blank oval of Signore Barbasetti's mask, eager to observe some mark of humanity-a conciliatory expression or the glimmer of a smile, perhaps. The mesh, however, was impenetrable. Their foils clashed again-blades flashing in a shaft of early-morning sunlight. A swarm of lazy dust motes was sucked into a miniature cyclone of displaced air. Barbasetti produced a feint, switching from one line of attack to another, forcing Liebermann to draw back. However, the young doctor retained his composure and made a move that he intended should fail, thus provoking a predictable and powerful thrust from Barbasetti. Liebermann dodged and struck the forte of the Italian's foil as he stumbled past-Barbasetti almost lost his grip. "Bravo, Herr Doctor," Barbasetti said, and laughed. "An excellent falso !" "Thank you, signor." Barbasetti came to a halt and lifted his blade, scrutinizing it closely. "Please excuse me, Herr Doctor." Barbasetti walked to the other side of the drill hall and pressed the hilt of his foil against the surface of a battered wooden table. He then hung a small iron weight from the tip and watched the metal blade bend. Its gentle curvature elicited an equivocal grunt from the watchful Italian. "Is everything all right, signor?" Liebermann asked. "Yes, I think so," Barbasetti replied. The Italian raised himself up, marched back, and warned his student: "En garde." {{ 4 }} Vienna Blood Immediately they were engaged, Liebermann's foil sliding along his opponent's blade until the hand guards crashed together. The fencing master pushed and Liebermann was thrown back: he landed awkwardly, but was nevertheless able to execute an impressive flying parry. Barbasetti disengaged. "Much better." Liebermann noticed that the button at the end of his foil was trembling-he was feeling tired. After his lesson, he would have coffee and croissants in the little coffeehouse close to the Anatomical Institute. He would need something in his stomach to keep him going. . . . "En garde!" Barbasetti barked again. The Italian had noticed that his student's mind had begun to wander. Liebermann was astonished by the fencing master's insight. Again their blades connected, and the plangent clatter of contending steel filled the hall. Liebermann thought that Signore Barbasetti was tiring too. His pace had slackened slightly and his movements were less balletic. The Italian deflected Liebermann's lunge, but failed to resume his guard. Observing the exposed chest protector, Liebermann recognized a rare opportunity. Excited by the prospect of victory, he raised his foil, ready to strike. But the blow was never delivered. His body froze, paralyzed by the inexplicable pressure that he felt against his heart. Dropping his gaze, he contemplated the tip of Signore Barbasetti's foil, which had found its home precisely above the intercostal space separating ribs five and six. Barbasetti pushed, and the cold steel curved upward. "I don't understand," said Liebermann. "You were not concentrating, Herr Doctor," said the Italian. "Such an error would certainly lose you a competition . . . and of course, in some circumstances, your life." {{ 5}} Frank Tallis Barbasetti lowered his foil and then raised it in salute. Liebermann returned the gesture politely. In spite of the fencing master's dramatic declaration, the young doctor was ashamed to find that he was still thinking of the little coffeehouse near the Anatomical Institute: crisp flakes of buttery pastry, a pot of plum jam, and a cup of very strong black coffee. {{ 6}} Excerpted from Vienna Blood by Frank Tallis All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.