Barbara Nadel's Istanbul is a strange mixture: half nostalgic fantasy, harking back to the multi-ethnic metropolis of the Ottoman Empire, and half careful observed exposé of the city that lies beyond the place tourists see when they visit. It's a seductive combination: i ended up visiting Istanbul after reading her books.
In this novel she explores the world of a wealthy, westernised elite, who practise open marriage... sometimes with fatal results. The plot is one of her best and her characters, especially world-weary, incorruptible Inspector Ikmen and his noble but troubled sidekick Suleyman, have become fully fleshed individuals by this point in the series.
Nadel also, as is her custom, introduces us to yet another city landmark by dumping a body there. This time it's the Kamondo Steps, built by a family of Jewish bankers - a quirky meeting of sculpture and staircase.
I've said it before and i'll say it again: the Istanbul tourist board ought to be paying her.