The fact that death is a Viennese already claimed the cynics Georg Kreisler. In his song “Death, which must be a Viennese” he draws the Grim Reaper as a cozy, charming, slightly melancholy godfather who “the Gspür it” has how to “just in time for heaven’s door” brings his candidate, while “the right tone “true -” a Weaner halt.
Since Edith Kneifl hovering probably a much more virulent brand of Wieners before the only exception, contemplative tuned author nasty provocations.
& nbsp; (” Geh’n ma poison pigeons in the park “) , Because it reminds us of a dark chapter in the history of psychiatry, the subject they studied themselves and practiced in Vienna.
That mentally impaired and mentally ill patients during the Nazi era as “unworthy life” were called and abused for medical experiments and killed, is well known. but that there were well into the seventies institutions where the mentally ill deprived of their own will, disenfranchised, inhumane treatment and arbitrary actions by nurses and doctors were subjected to general awareness has barely reached.
The cover of the continuing development of medical therapies legitimized any course of action, and although some unspeakable suffering did not go unnoticed, preferred the public to look any further. To date, the public’s interest is kept within limits, lawyers and journalists can use the dreary subject land no coups and do not want to get involved for decades-old grievances. And the victims of that time long since have no strength to make their voices heard.
Edith Kneifl reminded in an important supporting character of her new detective stories dramatically to the suffering of those who fell into the machinery of psychiatric treatment methods then and no chance had to escape it ever again. This is a laudable undertaking, but does not quite match the harmless-hilarious concept of the series on “The Three Naschmarkt”, an amusing Viennese Ladies trio that researched out of sheer fun of it. ‘ In fact Edith Kneifl cuts equal to other issues from the dark past: Nazi terror, persecution of Jews, looted art, desertion and the way, as dealt with it after the war. One can get the impression that the author presents its sincere concern of education in a fun, something trivial Krimiplot have packed so that the reader just not dull voted and will probably alienated by too much thoughtfulness. Or that the entertainment-seeking audience casually once a serious issue to be brought home.
The central story arc begins in the present. On a hill in the Vienna Woods, where the view of Vienna’s most beautiful, Adele Artner lives in a villa, designed by Art Nouveau architect Otto Wagner. As befits the Viennese upper middle class, a maid, a gardener and a Chauffeurdie do dirty work in and around the house. The Sechsundachtzigjährige is not as mobile, but mentally fit and suspicious on principle.
In addition she has good reason. In their cellar holds about a hundred paintings, including some by artists of the first rank. Adele’s father had most acquired before the war, and Adele was later made in her gallery. There she also presented images of Russian Larissa Lepinska, a young artist who know them personally and had come to love. In the seventies, they moved into Adele’s Villa and could create freely there in a studio. But soon Larissa’s psyche changed massively. Today we would with her diagnose bipolar disorder and can be treated in a specialist clinic. but Larissa is forcibly admitted to a psychiatric hospital at Steinhof.
The author writes Larissa a particularly perfidious ordeal in the crime, the flashbacks in the first-person perspective to describe. Upon arrival, they must first of all hope for a good outcome when she learns that the head physician of the device is a cousin Adele, her even stalked in youth. But unfortunately, it proves to be sneaky monster. So her fate takes its unhindered course. She is raped, a child brings to the world, jumping a few months later desperate in the liberating death (or has nachgeholfen anyone?). Her baby, Tanja is adopted by an unknown family.
Four decades later sees Adele her approaching end counter. Who should they leave their considerable possessions? Certainly not the Erbschleichern their relationship. Tanja she feels more connected, especially plagues them feeling guilty about Larissa’s death. In order to use them as the main heir, they must find first, of course.
And with that come Edith Kneifls original amateur investigators into play. Sofia and Elvira has lured it out amorous reasons Adele’s estate where she works as an librarian or beautician and have earned the trust of the hostess. Over the two learn Adele Magdalena, the third in the league, know and commissioned a private detective searching. Get that someone suddenly Larissa’s daughter out of the woodwork and they are set as the main heir to his nose, can the Artner clan did not like. The fight over inheritance takes concrete and criminal traits, as if Adele died (has anyone helped along?) And disappear some top art. The women’s team schliddert right into the machinations of the clan.
As things develop in and around Vienna, Edith Kneifl told in mostly dialogue scenes with lots of local color and a clear original sound. Who has the venues enter itself before, can feel at home while some “Piefke” the Fünfe not grade themselves may be let for Viennese specialties like “Gschrappen”, “Hutschpferd”, “Ungustl” or “tobacconists” a may wish glossary.
The actual action to Adele and her inheritance maintains free of problems, but is fairly simple, tranquil and transparent constructed. That evil characters as well as the good and helpful until shortly before gate closure preserve its essence until they suddenly turn into its opposite, belongs to halt so if one wants to crime mysteries beware, but something more sophisticated characterizations are yet satisfying.
the women’s trio is from the first volume of the series known “Dead art thou me determine prefer the Three Naschmarkt” 2016 Edith Kneifl. Dead are you rather have the Three Naschmarkt determine “when”. What above all the suffering in psychiatry will be remembered?. and the cozy banter of the “Three out of the mansion”? Although Edith Kneifl a wonderful “Gspür it” has and “the right tone “true, all depends soon the grim reaper of forgetfulness and brings everything” just in time for heaven’s door “.
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