Prelude

I have long suspected that the ancient deities - some more powerful than others, but who is it to judge? - take more than a passing interest in the life of this city, when they awake from their deep slumber, in the depth of the marvellously resurrected temples that the reconstructed museums of the island are. … Continue reading Prelude

The depth of sorrow, a reading of “Prague Fatale” by Philip Kerr

  The year is 1942, and the gods of war appear to be still smiling to the conquering nazis. Bernie, back from the Ukrainian front, is in Berlin, already besieged by restrictions, lack of petrol, lack of good bier and of most amenities. In the West, German cities are now targeted by allied bombers. There … Continue reading The depth of sorrow, a reading of “Prague Fatale” by Philip Kerr