The seventh Quirke novel by Benjamin Black (John Banville) is similar to previous installments in being long on atmosphere and short on plot. I keep wondering how much would be left of these books if you took out all the cigarette smoking, drinking, and uneaten meals – not much, certainly. Quirke "falls in love" in this one in yet another lazy and childish novelistic depiction. Still, there's some good action in the last 50 pages and a satisfying conclusion.
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