I agree with 'Gargoyle'. Berlin in 1936 must have been a fascinating and horrible place. I was looking for a good story here, but also something that gave me the flavour of that place and that time. There are plenty of references to Nazism, Hitler salutes, thuggish behaviour, corruption and general cynicism, but none of it rang very true. More importantly, the central detective, Bernhard Gunther, is very much a Marlowe clone, a wise-cracking gumshoe, and while there's no reason, I suppose, why German private eyes at that time might not be like that - perhaps they did have a dry sense of humour and a good line in putdowns - everything about him shouts US crime fiction to me ; and the wisecracks become wearisome. One of the strengths of the very popular Scandinavian crime writers - Mankell, Nesbo, Karin Fossum et al. - at the moment is their ability to create a convincing context for their plotlines. This book doesn't do that.