By Teresa Solana
Marina Dolç, media determine and author of bestsellers, is murdered in on the Ritz in Barcelona at the evening she wins a huge literary prize. The killer has battered her to demise with the trophy she has simply gained. The detective twins Borja and Eduard are plunged into the murky waters of the bookish Barcelona scene and wish all their wit and abilities of improvisation to resolve this situation of truncated literary lives.
As in A now not So ideal Crime, Teresa Solana combines humor and roman noir in a severe portrait of latest society, subsequently with writers because the protagonists. The homicide path results in the main not going locations in hilarious scenes priceless of Tom Sharpe, even if within the sausage-making city of Vic, the packed cells of the infamous Modelo legal, or a literary celebration the place visitors get excessive on loaded canapés.
Teresa Solana lives in Barcelona. Born in 1962, she studied philosophy and labored as a literary translator and essayist. She has written a number of novels stored quietly in her drawer. A no longer So ideal Crime, her first released name, gained the 2007 Brigada 21 Prize for the easiest Catalan secret novel.
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Extra resources for A Shortcut to Paradise (Borja & Eduard, Book 2)
On the seventh or eighth night after the death of Lady Madeline, I experienced the full power of these feelings. For hours I lay awake, struggling against a sense of fear. I blamed my surroundings — the dusty furniture, the torn curtains which moved about in the wind of a rising storm, the ancient bed on which I lay. But my efforts were useless. At last, thoroughly afraid, I got up and looked as hard as I could into the darkness of the room. I heard — or thought that I heard - certain low sounds that came, from time to time, through the pauses in the storm.
In spite of its wide swing (which was now thirty feet or more), and its great force, it would not, for several minutes, cut into my flesh. At this thought, I paused. I dared not think further. I watched the blade as it flew above me. Down — steadily down it came. To the right — to the left - far and wide — with the terrible whistle of death! Down - certainly down just above my chest! I struggled violently to free my left arm. I shook and turned my head at every swing. I opened and closed my eyes as the bright blade flashed above me.
I did not know what answer to make to my friend. He admitted that much of the unhappiness which he suffered had a simple, and quite natural, origin. It was the long and severe illness of a greatly loved sister — his close companion for many 27 years — his last and only relative on earth. ' While he spoke, Lady Madeline (for that was her name) passed slowly through the room at the far end, and, without having noticed my presence, disappeared. I watched her with a surprise and deep fear that I could not account for.