Despite the title, this delightful tome is nearly 500 pages of salacious details of crime and murder in Victorian England — plus almost 100 pages of notes, bibliography and index. For someone like me, it’s a treasure trove of the ignoble and infamous. I admit, I got a little giddy when the book arrived. It…
SPOTLIGHT: BORIS AKUNIN in The New Yorker
I have ADORED Boris Akunin for years. I mean, at least 10 years; maybe more. I was heart-broken when American publishers stopped “importing” him. Last summer, I went to London and stopped in at Daunt Books in Chelsea. I bought every Akunin / Fandorin book they had. When I explained to the wonderful staff that…