The Judge and His Hangman could be devoured in a single sitting, its haunting contents continuing to unspool for days after the backcover folds over.
Reading The Executioner Weeps is reminder of how direct and well-paced a crime novel can be.
Tomoka Shibasaki’s Spring Garden is quietly a great many things, but primarily it appears to be a meditation of seasonality. Buildings are constructed in the spring, flourish in the summer, recede in the autumn and are knocked down in the winter to be rebuilt in the spring again. Their inhabitants follow a similar cycle. They…
What really happens to a policeman who can’t solve his most important case? What becomes of a pillar of society whose foundations are crumbling?