Kellerman Jonathan
The Museum of Desire
This is the 35th Alex Delaware novel, and it shows.Like with the late Picasso paintings the reader is confronted with a crude, contorted story. It seems that Kellerman has run out of ideas und has to come back to the outdated NAZI connection to give his plot a sufficiently sick turn.
Kellerman still writes mostly dialogues, in his laid back, laconic style, which still is a pleasure to read.
But the plot is just unnecessarly disgusting.