SILVER SWAN

TIME HAS MOVED ON FOR QUIRKE, THE WORLD-WEARY PATHOLOGIST FIRST ENCOUNTERED IN CHRISTINE FALLS. IT IS THE MIDDLE OF THE 1950S, THAT LOW, DISHONOURABLE DECADE; A WOMAN HE LOVED HAS DIED, A MAN HE ONCE ADMIRED IS DYING, WHILE THE DAUGHTER HE FOR SO LONG DENIED IS STILL FINDING IT HARD TO ACCEPT HIM AS HER FATHER. WHEN AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE APPROACHES HIM ABOUT HIS WIFE'S APPARENT SUICIDE, QUIRKE RECOGNIZES TROUBLE BUT, AS ALWAYS, TROUBLE IS SOMETHING HE CANNOT RESIST. 'DRUG ADDICTION, MORBID SEXUAL OBSESSION, BLACKMAIL AND MURDER, AS WELL AS PROSE AS CRISP AS A WINTER'S MORNING BY THE LIFFEY ...QUIRKE IS HUMAN ENOUGH TO SWELL THE HARDEST OF HEARTS' GQ 'A NEAT WHODUNIT PLOT AND A DELIGHTFUL COMMAND OF SUSPENSE' INDEPENDENT ON SUNDAY 'THE DEATH OF MICHAEL DIBDIN LEFT A HUGE HOLE IN CRIME FICTION. BLACK AND QUIRKE ARE FILLING THAT GAP WITH THIS WHOLLY GRIPPING ACCOUNT FOR THE SHADY, PRIEST-RIDDEN AND BLITHELY CORRUPT SOCIETY OF MID-TWENTIETH-CENTURY DUBLIN' DAILY MAIL 'A ROMP OF A READ, A COM