"Sunday morning was for Quirke a tiny interval of sweet redress for the oppressions of his childhood."
This exquisitely written detective novel has a definitely literary feel, unsurprisingly so, given its author's name is a pseudonym for John Banville. Grumpy pathologist, Quirke, is troubled by the fake blonde corpse of Christine Falls and the unusual behaviour of his brother in law, Mal Griffin.
I found myself strangely drawn into Quirke's hazy 1950s Dublin and the twists and turns of his familial relationships are intertwined with a shady conspiracy. There is a palpable noir feel that is irresistible, despite the dark machinations, family secrets, corpses and human trafficking.
5 out of 5 men have secrets.