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Ann Kathrin Klaasen #5
Ostfriesenfalle
Von Borkum nach New York. Der fünfte Fall für Ann Kathrin Klaasen und Frank Weller
Wie kommt Markus Poppinga ins Restaurant Ben Ash in Manhattan? Eine Klassenkameradin will ihn dort gesehen haben, dabei ist Markus vor drei Jahren tot in seiner Wohnung auf Borkum gefunden worden. Seine Eltern haben ihn eindeutig identifiziert. Die trauernde Mutter trägt die Überreste ihres Sohnes, zu einem bläulich schimmernden Diamanten gepresst, in Herzchenform geschliffen, an einer Kette um den Hals. Doch wer ist der Mann, den die Zeugin für Markus hält?
Wie kommt Markus Poppinga ins Restaurant Ben Ash in Manhattan? Eine Klassenkameradin will ihn dort gesehen haben, dabei ist Markus vor drei Jahren tot in seiner Wohnung auf Borkum gefunden worden. Seine Eltern haben ihn eindeutig identifiziert. Die trauernde Mutter trägt die Überreste ihres Sohnes, zu einem bläulich schimmernden Diamanten gepresst, in Herzchenform geschliffen, an einer Kette um den Hals. Doch wer ist der Mann, den die Zeugin für Markus hält?
448 pages, Paperback
First published February 11, 2011
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Klaus-Peter Wolf
264 books90 followersKlaus-Peter Wolf is a German author and screenwriter, best known for his Ostfriesland series of crime novels.
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June 3, 2019By chance I got hold of this, Ostfriesen Moor and Ostfriesenfeuer part of an ongoing series of crime novels set in East Friesland, a flat, not particularly densely populated region of North-Western Germany where the people drink their tea with cream.
I'd say it was an ice-cream novel. Silly, artificial, ultimately bad for your health, but easy to read. And I loped through the pages, skipping half paragraphs - which I haven't done since I don't know when - and that is exactly the problem because it didn't matter, you could skip great chunks of it and still follow what was going on, nor was it so clever at sentence level that only a fool wouldn't read every word carefully.
While I was reading I drifted off in my mind towards Frau Jenny Treibel. There character outweighs plot, here plot character. There nothing has to happen, the characters are sufficient, how they bump into to each and react is enough. Here the author spills out the inner most thoughts of a character in a tell don't show way - there's no faith in the ability of the characters to sustain interest without action.
OK, so this isn't an earnest book and won't lead to the moral reformation of humanity nor open the consciousness to the world around us, but aside from those irrelevant considerations what interests me is the author as artisan. How the novel can be built up to divert attention away from the areas where the author feels unskilled, rather as one might hope through eye catching decoration to distract the viewer from the uneven construction of a house.
One way this is done is by chopping up the narrative and jumping from one viewpoint to another. This makes for a compelling pace but also means that a long novel with plenty of space to allow things to develop is curiously rushed, particularly so considering that this is part of an ongoing series. The author doesn't need to plunge into the characters soul and dredge it up over the page, there is space to let the characters unfold, for the reader to draw their own inferences from, for example, the son continuing to use the formal sie rather than that informal du with his Mum's new man.
Otherwise I was also troubled by the author creating a character to be laughable. Maybe I have a mysterious overcapacity currently of sympathy, but I felt complicit in something that wasn't savoury. And speaking of savoury I wondered what was the point of the East Friesen setting? In this book it doesn't rise to be a character, really a translation could change the names without detracting from the story. A story has to take place somewhere, but there's no flavour of so das Land so das Jever, as the beer advert went. Perhaps though these areas will feel better in some of the other novels in the series, although if so that would also be, er, suboptimal.
Most interesting were the several references to other crime novels, including a conference of crime writers , one (unnamed) writer praised for their psychological insights, another damned for using too many figures of speech, while a third has thrilling plots that professionally pique one of the Detectives who can't guess the solution.
So spoon fed ice cream with silliness in the plot . Two more novels from this series to go...
I'd say it was an ice-cream novel. Silly, artificial, ultimately bad for your health, but easy to read. And I loped through the pages, skipping half paragraphs - which I haven't done since I don't know when - and that is exactly the problem because it didn't matter, you could skip great chunks of it and still follow what was going on, nor was it so clever at sentence level that only a fool wouldn't read every word carefully.
While I was reading I drifted off in my mind towards Frau Jenny Treibel. There character outweighs plot, here plot character. There nothing has to happen, the characters are sufficient, how they bump into to each and react is enough. Here the author spills out the inner most thoughts of a character in a tell don't show way - there's no faith in the ability of the characters to sustain interest without action.
OK, so this isn't an earnest book and won't lead to the moral reformation of humanity nor open the consciousness to the world around us, but aside from those irrelevant considerations what interests me is the author as artisan. How the novel can be built up to divert attention away from the areas where the author feels unskilled, rather as one might hope through eye catching decoration to distract the viewer from the uneven construction of a house.
One way this is done is by chopping up the narrative and jumping from one viewpoint to another. This makes for a compelling pace but also means that a long novel with plenty of space to allow things to develop is curiously rushed, particularly so considering that this is part of an ongoing series. The author doesn't need to plunge into the characters soul and dredge it up over the page, there is space to let the characters unfold, for the reader to draw their own inferences from, for example, the son continuing to use the formal sie rather than that informal du with his Mum's new man.
Otherwise I was also troubled by the author creating a character to be laughable. Maybe I have a mysterious overcapacity currently of sympathy, but I felt complicit in something that wasn't savoury. And speaking of savoury I wondered what was the point of the East Friesen setting? In this book it doesn't rise to be a character, really a translation could change the names without detracting from the story. A story has to take place somewhere, but there's no flavour of so das Land so das Jever, as the beer advert went. Perhaps though these areas will feel better in some of the other novels in the series, although if so that would also be, er, suboptimal.
Most interesting were the several references to other crime novels, including a conference of crime writers , one (unnamed) writer praised for their psychological insights, another damned for using too many figures of speech, while a third has thrilling plots that professionally pique one of the Detectives who can't guess the solution.
So spoon fed ice cream with silliness in the plot . Two more novels from this series to go...
February 12, 2024
3,5-4/5⭐️
December 3, 2012
Ann Kathrin Klaasen ist eine etwas besondere Ermittlerin. In diesem Fall sagt sie selbst, dass, was denkbar ist, auch gedacht werden kann. Stimmt ja an und für sich. Aber zu welchem Denkergebnis sie dann kommt im Fall des "toten" Markus Poppinga ist schon sehr weit hergeholt.
Ich will es hier nicht verderben, gehe deswegen nicht näher drauf ein. Als Leser musste ich erst mal duchschnaufen, ging aber dann mit der Prämisse einfach mit und hatte Spaß. Die Geschichte wurde zu einem packenden Thriller, der mich irgendwie etwas an Frank Schätzings Werke erinnerte.
Die Mischung aus Ermittlunen und Privatleben der Ermittler war diesmal etwas Privatleben-lastig, aber erträglich.
Gekonnt handhabt Herr Wolf die vielen Nebenstränge und macht den Leser damit nicht konfus.
Allerdings muss ich gestehen, die Figur der Frau Speck war zu überzogen. Absolut unglaubwürdig. Das störte mich am meisten, daher auch nur 3* und nicht 4*.
Dennoch, ein guter, lesenswerter Thriller. Werde sicherlich weiterlesen in der Serie.
Ich will es hier nicht verderben, gehe deswegen nicht näher drauf ein. Als Leser musste ich erst mal duchschnaufen, ging aber dann mit der Prämisse einfach mit und hatte Spaß. Die Geschichte wurde zu einem packenden Thriller, der mich irgendwie etwas an Frank Schätzings Werke erinnerte.
Die Mischung aus Ermittlunen und Privatleben der Ermittler war diesmal etwas Privatleben-lastig, aber erträglich.
Gekonnt handhabt Herr Wolf die vielen Nebenstränge und macht den Leser damit nicht konfus.
Allerdings muss ich gestehen, die Figur der Frau Speck war zu überzogen. Absolut unglaubwürdig. Das störte mich am meisten, daher auch nur 3* und nicht 4*.
Dennoch, ein guter, lesenswerter Thriller. Werde sicherlich weiterlesen in der Serie.
December 15, 2018
Der beste Fall bis jetzt für mich.
March 21, 2023
Mein 1 Buch der Serie. Ich bin total begeistert.
February 24, 2025
Ein Thema, das unter die Haut geht. Spannend
September 25, 2023
Mein erstes Buch aus der Reihe. Ich habe es sehr gerne gelesen, bis es (für mich unerwartet) plötzlich ziemlich heftig wurde und u.a. sexuelle Gewalt vorkam. Daher konnte ich leider nicht weiterlesen.
May 18, 2016
Ann Katrin Klaasen vom Feinsten.
Weller klasse! Rupert wie immer.
Es macht Spaß, diese Bücher zu lesen.
Weller klasse! Rupert wie immer.
Es macht Spaß, diese Bücher zu lesen.
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