The Devil's Flute Murders
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Beschreibung des Verlags
<p><p> An ingenious and highly atmospheric classic whodunit from Japan's master of crime.</p>
<p>Amid the rubble of post-war Tokyo, inside the grand Tsubaki house, a once-noble family is in mourning.</p>
<p>The old viscount Tsubaki, a brooding, troubled composer, has been found dead. </p>
<p>When the family gather for a divination to conjure the spirit of their departed patriarch, death visits the house once more, and the brilliant Kosuke Kindaichi is called in to investigate.</p>
<p>But before he can get to the truth Kindaichi must uncover the Tsubakis' most disturbing secrets, while the gruesome murders continue... </p>
<p>PRAISE FOR SEISHI YOKOMIZO</p>
<p>'The diabolically twisted plotted is top-notch' New York Times</p>
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Readers will delight in the blind turns, red herrings and dubious alibis... Ingenious and compelling' Economist</p>
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'Plenty of golden age ingredients... with a truly ingenious solution' Guardian, Best New Crime Novels</p></p>
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Yokomizo (1902–1981) is at his absolute best in this fourth whodunit featuring Tokyo private detective Kosuke Kindaichi (after 2022's Death on Gokumon Island). In 1947, Kindaichi is consulted by 20-something Mineko Tsubaki. Her father, Hidesuke, a flautist and composer, disappeared the previous spring, and his corpse was found six weeks later. The official verdict was that Hidesuke poisoned himself, but Mineko and her mother, who believe the corpse was misidentified, suspect he may still be alive. Kindaichi agrees to attend a divination session intended to summon the musician's spirit and confirm his demise, during which another member of the Tsubaki household is murdered. Now saddled with two cases, Kindaichi must suss out Tsubaki family secrets to prevent even more carnage. From the ominous opening through the brilliant final reveal, Yokomizo ably blends suspense and fair-play detection. Superior atmospherics ("As I take up my pen to begin recording this miserable tale, I cannot help but feel some pangs of conscience," Kindaichi begins) and a persistent sense of menace mark this as a classic of the genre.
