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“’Every murder is a parable,’ quips Jim Feast’s Eleanor Marx. Indeed. Feast’s hyperreal historical collage manages to feel equal parts Columbo and Perec, and to graft Nicholas Meyer’s The Seven-Per-Cent Solution into Max Ernst’s Une Semaine de Bonté. I’m already greedy for another of these ripping father-daughter whodunits.”
—Jonathan Lethem, author of The Arrest and The Feral Detective
“In Karl Marx Private Eye, Jim Feast not only engages us intellectually, but as the readers unravel the mysteries, there’s a good laugh every few pages and gorgeous descriptions of the hotel, the clothing, and the food of the time. It’s a very witty, fast-moving story with a terrific ending. If you like detective fiction, you’ll love this book.”
—Barbara Henning, author of Just Like That and Digigram
“Feast writes with a poet’s pen, a humorist’s wit, and a Dashiell Hammett knack for detective fiction. When a series of dastardly crimes are committed amidst Bohemia’s health spas for the rich, you don’t need a Hercule Poirot when you have the improbable team of Karl Marx and a teenage Sherlock Holmes on the case. Luscious writing that evokes the politics and culture of the era.”
—Peter Werbe, author of Summer on Fire: A Detroit Novel and member of the Fifth Estate magazine editorial collective
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