3.5 Stars
One of the
strengths of the book is its portrayal of life in East Germany before the
dismantling of the Berlin Wall, or the Anti-Fascist Protection Barrier as it is
called by East Germans. There is an
almost smothering atmosphere of paranoia as everyone is being watched. Karin’s husband Gottfried, for example, is
under surveillance, this after being “temporarily banished to the reform school
after failing to instill his Berlin students with enough party zealotry.” And even Karin is told by Jäger, “’I’m sure
that Oberleutnant Müller will examine all the evidence in her usual thorough
fashion, and will arrive at the correct conclusion.’ There was no real menace in his voice, yet
Müller understood it as a veiled threat.”
There is a great deal of mistrust; there are times when Karin wonders if
she can trust her superiors or even her partner.
The
narrative alternates between the point of view of Karin and that of Irma
Behrendt, a young girl in a jugendwerkhof, a reformatory. Part of the interest lies in trying to
determine how the two stories will converge.
Karin is
determined and ambitious. My difficulty
lies with her marriage. The reader is
made to understand that Karin and Gottfried’s relationship is frayed, but the
reason for the distancing is unclear.
There are suggestions that Karin’s dedication to her job may be the
issue, but that doesn’t explain her entanglement with someone portrayed as a
philanderer.
Another
problem lies with her loyalty to East Germany.
Towards the end, Irma tells Karin,
“’You’re part of the system. You try living in a closed Jugendwerkhof. Then you would see why so many people are
desperate to leave this shitty little country.’” Karin’s response is to drop her gaze because
“She didn’t want to admit the truth of what the teenager was saying. It struck too close to what she had always
believed in.” This last statement
does not fit with what she says and
thinks at other times. For example, she
comments about female workers: “It was
something she was glad to see: women at every level supporting the Republic,
something that would never happen in the West.”
At another time, she observes, “Yes, it was a small country, but it was
focused on the future, making its mark, not inward-looking and money-obsessed,
or reliant on manufacturing cuckoo clocks for tourists like some western
states.” The author makes it clear that
Karin has little interest in exploring even West Berlin, so why does she
suddenly agree that she lives “in this shithole of a country”? Her change in attitude is not convincing.
There are
some plot issues. There are some
coincidences that stretch credibility. For
instance, there is an ever-so-convenient name change. Is it realistic that a disgraced police
university lecturer have so many powerful contacts and so much influence? And there are unanswered questions. At the end, Jäger says things like, “’We’re
not sure who . . . ‘” and “’We’re not sure why’” and “’I don’t really
understand that myself.’” The epilogue
has an interesting twist, but the scene before that, in the forest near East
Berlin, left me confused: Who has fallen
off the political tightrope that everyone seems to walk in East Germany?
Despite its
weaknesses, this is still a good police procedural set before the use of
computers in investigations. I will keep
my eyes open for the next book in the series.
Note: I received an ARC of this book from the
publisher via NetGalley.
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