November is a month for few things, a time of transition. The typical month in which even the big platforms need to invent a black day to be able to sell a broom. But there was a time when even November was a good month for anything.
I am referring to those intervening decades of the XNUMXth century between open wars or cold wars. A time when Spain first and Europe later erupted into unsustainable conflicts. The embers of the arms paradoxically left a cold war in which every neighbor's child could be a spy or a mercenary for the highest bidder flag. To the point of Perez-Reverte immersed in the same era with his Falcó series, Guillermo Galván takes us into those strange and exciting days with an accurate story.
November 1942, the world burns in flames and Spain, still devastated and in full repression, is a nest of spies. Carlos Lombardi, back in Madrid, survives as best he can with his precarious detective agency. You can't afford to turn down any job so you have to investigate and track down a mysterious German traveling salesman. Nothing could appeal to you less than sticking your nose back into the affairs of the Third Reich but
At the same time, an aspiring actress with a dubious reputation appears murdered and the state police have little interest in investigating and discovering what is behind it. So Lombardi will find a way to do justice finding himself trapped in a sordid plot of prostitution, cinema and black market.
Are both cases connected? Guillermo Galván returns to the harshest Spanish postwar period to bring us a crime novel in which, in a masterful way, he brings together the police, historical and espionage genres.
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