Elvis (2022)

Elvis (2022)

IMDb meta-data is runtime 2 hours and 39 minutes, rated 7.8 by 20,000 human comedians. 

Genre: BioPic.

Verdict: Indigestion. 

The spectacles just kept on coming without rhyme or reason until this viewer lost interest, about an hour before it ended.  Since no Hollywood movie can be made without Tom Hanks, he is there under a ton of make-up, attenuating everything well beyond the breaking point.  

When Elvis sings, that is the best part, but even that wore thin by repetition.  While the black roots of his music are emphasised it is external not internal. It goes from the outside in, and does not emerge from the inside out with the gospel songs. There exist live recordings of Elvis singing in black churches before an audience that are spectacular for the energy and emotion that are discharged. There is no need for kaleidoscopic camera spins and other confusions. Despite the no-expense spared staging in this film that electricity fizzles.  

These church recordings are, well, unrestrained and exultant quite unlike the studio versions of the same songs. They have an immediacy and intensity that is  palpable. 

When I visited Graceland, the overwhelming impression I had was the ever presence of music in every room, in every nook and cranny there were record players, instruments, sheet music, 45s, radios set to music stations. The music was oxygen for The King, and he had to have it, had to make it, to live. The house communicates that need far better than does this film.  

Moreover, the movie missed the obvious fact that celebrity killed Elvis as he was consumed by his fans. Eaten alive in the constant demand for performances and in turn he became addicted to the audiences. Colonel Tom was a catalyst not a cause.

At times the film seems to use Elvis as a prism to observe US society, and that loses its biographical focus. 

Are we there yet?  Where are we going?  And why? Alain Resnais once said if a story cannot be told in 90 minutes, it is not (yet) a story. Put differently, if you know what you want to communicate it can be done in 90 minutes, if you don’t know then it takes 2 hours and 39 minutes or more. 

Those who want something of Elvis the man might try (1) Bubba Ho-Tep (2002) for a cackle and half, or (2) one of Daniel Klein’s krimis in which Elvis investigates, e.g., Blue Suede Clues (2002). 

The King’s Choice

The King’s Choice (2016)

IMDb meta-data is 2 hours and 13 minutes run time rated 7.1 by 8,900 cinematizens.  

Genre: Biography from Norway.

Verdict:  Uplifting.

At 2:00 am on 9 April 1940 the Germans came to help Norway, so they said, by sending the darkened battleship Blücher into Oslo harbour, where alert defenders opened fire. So began war between Germany and Norway that ended on 10 June 1940. As in Denmark and the Netherlands, the German plan was a swift and overpowering assault to capture the government and force immediate capitulation. That worked in small and compact Denmark but not in watery the Netherlands and not in attenuated Norway where manoeuvre, resistance, and flight were possible.

As shots rained down in the harbour, the duly elected cabinet government debated the situation.  Is it possible to negotiate? The German ambassador is keen to do so, but…before he can do anything the Wehrmacht arrives and proceeds to occupy the country, crushing resistance with overwhelming shock and awe, ignoring the ambassador’s efforts.  

King Haakon VII is but a ceremonial figurehead, yet in this crisis many people looked to him for direction. He repeatedly defers to the government of the day, even as it disintegrates into squabbles, name-calling, blame-shifting, side deals,  and other adult pastimes. In Berlin, with a parvenu’s illusion that kings are important, Hitler offers King Haakon a special arrangement – he can remain king, if he will acknowledge Hitler’s  sycophant Vidkun Quisling as Prime Minister.  Don’t know much about Quisling?  Think of the Former Guy and you have it, a thin-skinned bully who loved rousing the rabble with idiocy to attack the defenceless. The king’s attitude is if Quisling had won a free and fair election, then so be it.  Until then, no.  

Neither will the residuum of the cabinet fleeing from the German advance accept Quisling who had repeatedly threatened them. End of movie.

Post scriptum.  Haakon and the cabinet went into exile to Great Britain. They took with them Norway’s sizeable gold reserves and instructed the considerable Norwegian merchant fleet to make for British waters. The cabinet also directed the destruction of facilities to impede the German occupation. Norwegian gold and ships became an asset in the Allied war effort.  The local resistance called itself H7 in honour of the king, who in the hour, showed the way by refusing to bow to the conquerer and insisting on Norwegian sovereignty.  

This resistance had strategic value far beyond its size and effectiveness because Berlin supposed it made Norway’s long coastline ripe for an Allied invasion, and even in June 1944 the Wehrmacht had 300,000 troops stationed there in anticipation of such an invasion. That made some sense because a Nordic Front would be at the rear of the German forces attacking the Northern Soviet Union and Leningrad. Sweden might then join the Allies, too. Moreover, if that happened, then Soviet supply convoys would also benefit by eliminating German submarine and airbases in those Arctic reaches.  

Aware of this German assumption, the RAF fed it with many reconnaissance flights, confirming the German belief that the second front would be Nordic, launched from Scotland. Hence the King made clandestine visits to Scotland in the hope that German agents would report his interest in this part of the United Kingdom. They did.      

The film is too long and a lot could have been cut (by 30+ minutes) without loss, and it verges on hagiography, but the staging, production, and acting are superb.  And the story alone is powerful.  

N.B. the German ambassador is played by Stockinger, an Austrian. Hardly likely. 

John Steinbeck’s terse novel The Moon is Down (1942) recounts a similar Norwegian story in microcosm.    

Watching this movie, reminded me that once I had a tedious argument with an ideologue who insisted that nothing changed with the German defeat of France in June 1940. His line was that the oppressors of the toiling masses changed in a circulation of elites. Nothing more. The interlocutor was disparaging of nationalism and laughed at the value of sovereignty. The Ruling Class, the Deep State, all oppressors are the same, according to him. He really should read more. 

Road to the Stars

Road to the Stars (1957)

Meta-data is 50 minutes. Not to be found in either IMDb or TVDb, but in Wikipedia

Genre: science fact and fiction. 

Verdict: Red moon rising.

A comrade got to the moon in 1957 (year of Sputnik) and kept his mouth shut about it in this excellent promotion of all things astro.  The special effects steal the show: weightlessness, moon dust, extra vehicle activity, a space station, takeoff recliner chairs, and the black vastness of space.  These are far better than any such effects in Yankee films of the period.  It seems it was part of an effort to stimulate interest in space science and exploration, particularly in youngsters.  It must surely have done that. 

In retrospect what is perhaps of greater interest now is that it also shows Soviet citizens to be ordinary folks, dressed as they like, laughing at silly mistakes, picnicking to watch spectacles, young women appreciating young men, senior citizens proud of their achievements, and being just plain folks. Not a stern commissar in sight and no picture of comrade number one over the shoulder.  No mass demonstrations like those staged in North Korea. No uniform like the Mao jacket. The party line seems to be let’s do this and have a good time while we’re at it! None of that fits with my image of the place and times.  Where is the lash? The whip? Where is the all-seeing Comrade Number One?  No where, that’s where.  

The Tango War

The Tango War (2018) by Mary Jo McConahay.  

Good Reads meta-data is 336 pages, rated 4.08 by 172 members of the Human Comedy. 

Genre: History.

Subtitle: The Struggle for the Hearts, Minds and Riches of Latin American during World War II

Verdict: Victimology.

As worldwide conflicts occurred in the middle and later 1930s, the relationship of the United States to the 33 nations in Latin American returned to centre stage.  For a century the United States treated as property those parts of this world it noticed, though it generally neglected the greater part. The Monroe Doctrine had originally protected some of the countries of Latin America from the threat of re-colonisation after they had thrown off their European masters, and at the time it was backed by a silent partnership with Great Britain, but in the intervening century the Doctrine had become a convenient excuse for exploitation, rapine, and arrogance.  

The Monroe Doctrine had been used to justify a hidden hand operation that hived Panama off Columbia and turned it into a de facto US dependency for a century. Earlier Mexico had been reduced by 60% in successive conflicts, hot and cold. Being closest, Mexico has always been favoured with US intentions. The best example is in a display of his ‘moral diplomacy’ when Woodrow Wilson had the US Navy bombard Vera Cruz in 1914. That was his phrase.  

Venezuela had once been protected from European creditors on battleships, true, but in return it endured the rapacious business practices of United Fruit (Rockefeller) and others from El Norte.  Since Latin America was all but closed to Europeans by the Monroe Doctrine wall, US businesses dictated terms at will. In the spirit of free enterprise they formed cartels to reduce competition among themselves, the better to exploit the land and people. Free market ideologues never ponder this sad story very long before returning to the clouds. 

Against this background in the late 1930s the Roosevelt Administration set out to vivify the Organization of American States and win friends with the so-called Good Neighbour Policy in which the US pledged never again to intervene by force in its good neighbours.  (Hence, the Cuban sad sacks had to front the Bay of Pigs invasion; black money funded the overthrow of the elected government south of the border more than once, private contractors flew covert bombing raids in Central America, and on and on.) Whatever the intentions of the policy, the administration was not well equiped to practice it.  US embassies in the Latin America were staffed with men (yes, only men above clerical staff) who saw themselves first and foremost as representative of those exploitative businesses.  The diplomacy they practiced often consisted of lecturing the host government on the best way to show gratitude for the US robbery they suffered.

A comparison could be made between the pre-War US domination of Latin America with the post-War Soviet domination of Eastern Europe.  Albeit the US approach was masked and at times ineffective, as when its efforts to block elected governments like that of Juan Perón in Argentina failed.    

Apart from a vast population, the southern Americas possessed natural resources that anyone could see would be important, rubber, oil, platinum, bauxite, natural gas, copper, silver, and other metals and minerals, as well as vast agricultural production, and what’s more it fronted both the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. Its single greatest strategic asset was the Panama Canal linking the two bodies of water. 

One of the most interesting parts of the story concerns the Rubber Soldiers in Brazil. To increase production Brazil mobilised for rubber production on a new level, and went at it like a military campaign.  

With thirty-three countries to choose from there is a lot to cover, and the author selects material that fit the overall approach of victimology.  The southern denizens have no wills of their own, but are enslaved by Norteamericanos.  The indictment goes on and on.  I admit I grew weary of reading the list of one-eyed wrongs, and tuned out. 

While there are occasional references to German and Italian interests, there is no sustained reckoning of their efforts to sow dissension and suborn the population. We are left with the Alfred Hitchcock film, Notorious (1946) for that side of the story.    

And speaking of that population, much of it came from recent immigration which included millions of Italians, and also a million plus German-speakers from Central Europe.  The Italians were concentrated in Argentina, while the Germans were to be found there, and in Colombia (a two hundred air miles from the Canal), and Brasil. However these Germans and Italians were counted, they added up to a far greater number than the resident Anglos.  Then there was a significant Japanese presence in Peru to be considered.  Given the author’s silence, none of these Axis peoples were anything but peace loving innocents.  

One can spend a lot of time trying to define and express that group of southern nations.  Latin American includes all the countries south of the Rio Grande for 6,000 miles to the Antarctic Ocean.  That embrace includes the islands of the Caribbean, Central American, and South America. It includes the French-speaking Haiti and Guyana.  In but not of it are the Dutch-speaking Suriname and the Aruba isles, as well as English-speaking rocks like the Bahamas. But ‘Latin America’ is most general terms for this vast area, even if its people are not all Latins in any sense, starting with the indigenous in habitants. The dominate languages is Spanish but the largest single country is Brasil where Portuguese is the spoken.  For every rule there is an exception.  

To put it all other ways:

Spanish America includes Mexico but excludes Haiti and Brasil as well the Dutch territories and British islands. 

South American excludes Mexico and six other Central American counties as well as the Caribbean islands.  

The uncommon term Iberico-America combines Spanish America with Brasil but omits the French, Dutch, and English lands and islands. 

By the way, it seems ‘Latin America’ is a term attributed to Napoleon III when he had designs on recolonising Mexico as his White Man’s Burden before Kipling. It includes all the Spanish, Portuguese, and French settled lands but omits the Dutch and English.  

Then there is vexed question of the United States territories, Puerto Rico, Virgin Islands, and the Panama Canal Zone.    

One thing common to all these variations is so obvious that it often overlooked.  All use the term ‘America,’ as in the Organization of American States.  One of the first concessions the Good Neighbour policy made was to re-title US embassies and consulates in this region as ‘United States’ and not ‘American,’ since everywhere was geographically American.  

The Ship of Monsters!

La nave de los monstruos (1960). (The [Space] Ship of Monsters.)

IMDb meta-data is 1 hour 23 minutes, rated 6.4 by 400 cinematizens.

Genre: Sy Fy; Species: Musical; Subspecies: Mexican.

Verdict: A Mexican musical science fiction film.  What more needs to be said? 

Two Venusian bathing beauties roam the universe in one-piece swimming costumes kidnapping frat boys in rubber suits, aided by Tin Man. Is this a good start, or what?! During a rest stop on Earth they meet a singing cowboy and it is love at first bite, for one of the beauties is a closet vampire with Halloween wax fangs. And that is just the beginning!  

There are no men on Venus because they have all died from dehydration in pissing contests, yet, well, they have their uses, so the Queen of Venus dispatched this duo to bring back some mating material.  They go hither and thither loading up with males of the species they encounter, per the rubber suits above. Some of them do, despite the odds, make the frat boys look good. (Sidebar: the lack of men on Venus has a history, see the Queen of Outer Space [1958] reviewed earlier on the blog.)   

Yes, this movie has everything, and then some more. Tin Man falls in love with a juke box, and that’s not the half of it. Meanwhile, the monstrous frat boys get loose and wreak havoc in Chihuahua. Not even the cows are safe. (You do not want to know.)  Señorita Vampire is so evil that even these monsters defer to her. But in the end lust conquers all as Tin Man and juke box exchange circuit breakers.  

Tin Man and cowboy perform a duet.

Whatever the scriptwriter and director were on, there should be more of it. Just when I thought I had seen everything…!

Luis Buñuel take note.

I came across it in a blurry print on You Tube with some blurry subtitles, not that the latter make any more sense than the whole thing. For those who like their r’s rolled, the soundtrack is just fine.  This film makes Abbott and Costello Go to Mars (1952) look like dreary high art, however, after Tarkovsky’s Stalker (1979) it offers pleasant relief. 

N.B. Not to be mistaken for Gene Autry crooning to aliens in Phantom Empire (1935). If you haven’t seen this item — don’t.  It runs to 4 hours!  Four hours of this singing cowboy is cruel and unusual punishment.  No wonder it was divided into segments and served in small doses, otherwise there would have been no survivors at the candy counter. 

Travels with Epicurus 

Travels with Epicurus (2012) by Daniel Klein.

Good Reads meta-data is 176 pages, rated 3.81 by 2,574 litizens.

Genre: [Time] Travel.

Verdict: Easy Does It.

In different printings the book has two subtitles:  ‘A Journey to a Greek Island in Search of Fulfilled Life’ or ‘Meditations from a Greek Island on the Pleasures of Old Age.’  The latter seems to fit  the text better, and is less tiring than ‘journeying’ and ‘searching.’    

In its brief compass, professional funny man Klein ponders the pleasures of growing old and older.  He takes aim at the ‘forever young’ fad and many others with acerbic comments.  He romanticises and fantasises about life on a Greek rock. 

The red line through the book is ‘enjoy the moment’ because it is all there is right now.  Mostly we don’t do that. We go at most of our lives as means to an end that ever recedes.  It is as if to say, ‘Once I have everything I want, I will relax and smell the roses,’ but first I have to get all that. Plato called that sickness pleonexia. The Ferengi on Star Trek embody this syndrome. More is always better. Remember Marilyn at the tax office, insatiable?  

Before all that, Klein starts out rescuing Epicurus from his friends. Far from recommending hedonistic pleasure-seeking that his name has come to imply, Epicurus offered a much more basic message.  ‘Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, be there and do that.’ Extract all the pleasure possible from the here and now, whatever it is.  An Epicurean who has understood Epicurus will savour a lentil soup as much as Iranian black caviar.  (A Google search failed to produce a recipe for lentil soup in the magazine that takes his name.)

When I push the pedals on the stationery  bike at the gym sometimes there is an exercise class on. The music is set to ear-drum bursting, the pace is frantic, the result must be a kind of out-of-body experience, I am guessing without personal experience, for the participants. But the noise alone deadens me in the next room perched on the bike. In front of the speakers I have been surprised it has not caused fatalities. No one in such a class, it seems to this jaded observer, is savouring the moment.  Rather they are numb, and on more than one level.  The more so when these sessions have names like Body Attack, Storm, Ignite, Destroy, Smash, and Pound. 

Like Machiavelli, Epicurus (341 – 270 BCE) has been bastardised into a stereotype miles from the original. For what it is worth, when Eppy opened a school in Athens he allowed women and slaves to join in the meals and the discussions. The scandal mongers of Pox News descended. As a result virtually nothing of his original work survived the vigilantes so that the little we know of his teachings comes second and third hand centuries later. Yet his name is widely mis-taken in vain.

Daniel Klein

There is an 11-minute film listed on the IMDb but I could not find it online, but there are plenty of other films on You Tube for those who must see the movie. The few I sampled lack Klein’s light touch. A couple even managed to make pleasure painful.    

Klein’s other titles include Heidegger and a Hippo Walk Through Those Pearly Gates (2009) and Aristotle and an Aardvark Go to Washington (2008). Although Wikipedia doesn’t know it, this is the same Daniel Klein who wrote Blue Suede Clues (2002) and Viva Las Vengeance (2003). 

The Whip Hand

The Whip Hand (1951).

IMDb meta-data is runtime of 1 hour and 22 minutes, rated 6.0 by 596 cinematizens.

Genre: Sp Fy, not Sy Fy. Species: Paranoia, Red.  

Verdict: Zippy.

In Lake Wobegon the Reds are on the beds, not under them.  Adopting the approach of capitalism, the Reds have bought everything in town and set up a germ warfare laboratory.  All the paperwork is in order. Taxes are paid.  Zoning laws obeyed.

Believe it or not, one of the Reds is Perry Mason before he went to law school and got all self-righteous.  Too bad because he made a marvellous villain.  And he had competition in this picture because there is a string of villains from mouth-breathing grunters to oily salesmen to a blond adonis who whittles with a very big knife.  

Into this Village of the Reds one rainy night an intrepid newsman stumbles after clonking his head, and he seeks medical treatment for his split infinitive. The town doctor applied a Band-Aid and tries to send Newsie on this way, but the good-looking sister who peeled the Band-Aid is fly-paper, and the plot thickens.  

We knew from the get-go there were Reds about, but somehow after four years of residence Sister has not got it. No, she is not blind or stupid but a helpless creature of the scriptwriter who made her that way.  She and the Newsie set out to foil the numerous and well organised bad guys and don’t do very well when they rely on Olive (‘We be Texicans’) Carey.

But thanks to a footnote citation to his earlier work, Newsie calls in the FBI cavalry who arrive in time to hear the mad scientist’s speech at the end before he gets his just reward from some of his experimental victims. Seeing these cripples whack him with canes, crutches, braces, and walkers made me dream.   

Scifist 2.0 lists it but I am not sure what the Sy Fy element is. Germ warfare?  An intelligent Newsie?  The imperceptive sister?  Anyway that entry is why I sought it out and watched it.  

A quibble or two, or I do not get the title and I did not hear it used in the film. Maybe this intel missed the opening seconds of my attention span.  

It is offbeat and moves at a good pace.  I know there were post-production changes that led to a lot of re-shooting to please the then-master of RKO, and maybe some pages of the script got lost that explained the title.  

Perry and Blondie looking mean.

It opens with sledge hammer subtlety in Moscow with a scene in Russian without subtitles where a uniformed man rattles on in front of huge wall map of the USA and points at Minnesota in a meaningful way. Get it?  Is he tuning in to Garrison Keillor?

By the way such a long scene with neither subtitles nor an explanatory voiceover was daring for a B movie audience. 

On the subject of subtitles, it has been an article of faith in the Hollywood since the advent of talkies that subtitles are unacceptable to a mainstream audience. Hence the frequent use of voiceovers. ‘Article of faith,’ because there is no evidence. 

Battle Beneath the Earth

Battle Beneath the Earth (1967)

IMDb meta-data is an epic runtime of 1 hour and 31 minutes, over-rated 4.5 out of 10 by 811 cinematizens. 

Genre: Sy Fy. 

Verdict: Z.

That old saying about the China syndrome, remember it?  Well, the Chinese did it and following Interstates 80, 40, and 10 are planting subterranean atomic bombs from the west to east coast, starting – Gasp! – with Route 66. These reds are under everything, not just beds. The bombs won’t fit under beds, doh!

The only thing standing between these Europeans made-up as Chinese is Sinbad and a crew of ageing frat boys dressed in Army Surplus Store uniforms. Plenty of stock footage is included to cheapen this bargain basement production even more.  The plot is ludicrous enough for The Avengers of the same year, but played straight, serious, and numbing. 

When he goes spelunking Sinbad takes along a geologist who does not know what lava is. Ouch! Where did she get a PhD?  Trump University!  Wait, don’t blame her, blame the scriptwriter!  Besides we know Sinbad did not take her along for her big brain but so he would have someone to protect.  

The Z verdict above is for bottom of the barrel where I found this film. I was unable, well, unwilling to watch it straight-through, but did it in 10-15 chunks to manage the pain. 

It is an Italian production (don’t be misled by the Anglo pseudonyms of the crew) set in the United States with a cast of British actors.  No doubt tax accountants can explain that. There are a few expatriate Americans among the Brits, like Commander Stryker, which simply brings out the contrast even more. 

Instant Doctor

Instant Doctor (2020)

IMDB meta-data is runtime of 7 minutes, rated 6.0 by 33 cinematizens.

Genre: Sy Fy.

Verdict: A Brazilian gem.  

In the near future a man waiting for a subway train coughs and coughs, and then the train is delayed, and he keeps coughing.  Along the platform is an Instant Doctor kiosk.  He enters and AI takes over. Would he like a diagnosis? Yes. Result: bronchitis.  Would you like treatment? Yes. A vapour descends and his congestion clears, leaving him with a happy smile for only a few credits.  Then AI in the kiosk asked if he would like the second diagnosis? Second? Well, why not. There is time before the train is due.  The second diagnosis is…an inoperable, fatal brain tumour that will haemorrhage in 27 days and 3 hours with mortal results. That will be a further 60 credits. Staggering out of the automated kiosk he is no longer smiling and oblivious as the train pulls alongside the platform.

The Basel Killings (2021) 

The Basel Killings (2021) by Hansjörg Schneider. 

Good Reads meta-data is 212 pages, rated 3.42 by 189 litizens.

Genre: Krimi.

Verdict: Foggy. Very.

The city’s geography is a major character.

On a cold and foggy night in Basel Switzerland Inspector Hunk chances on an habitué of the local bars sitting on a bench in the square. He has exchanged pleasantries with this man before and having nothing better to do, Hunk sits down next to him for a quiet word or two as he lights a fag. The two of them sit in companionable silence for a time as the snow begins to fall, and a tram rolls by.  

This opening is neatly done. 

The more so when Hunk realises his unresponsive seat mate is not snoozing off the beer, but dead.  Murdered. 

It’s the best part of the book. After that the krimi tropes come one after the other

  • the obstructive superior officer
  • the incompetent peer officer
  • the difficult girlfriend
  • the school of (obvious) red herrings
  • closed-mouthed witnesses
  • the sympathetic prostitute 
  • Hunk’s repeated complaints about getting old 
  •                           “

The geography of Basel drew my interest as the city itself borders both Germany and France. A passport is needed to go to work or to dinner. The city tram lines run to the border. Directions are given by reference to the borders. Then there is the weather. With the Rhine nearby there is recurrent fog, especially on a winter night.  (Oh, and yes, I have been there, briefly. Two days and one night.)

The author is more honest than many other Swiss writers to admit and make central to the plot the endemic racism in the country, the readiness to blame everything on incomers, the casual hypocrisy about drugs and prostitution as long as the taxes are paid, and the domination of the society by the banks. 

Swiss Federal Archives

However, I found this novel hard to read and hard to follow.  Hunk seemed to be a pinball bouncing around with little forethought, as if he has never done before this.  When he did eventually try to investigate the backgrounds of some involved, he was inept. Certain files, when he finally got around to looking, were unavailable, and their records were marked ‘FA.’ What could FA possibly mean on a file? With his previous twenty plus years on the police force he could not figure this out.I got it long before he did: Federal Archive.  That made the file restricted, yet he got access to it easily by telephoning and asking.  So what is the big deal. Was it that hard for him to telephone?  

Moreover, I never quite got the villain’s motivation. Nor could I credit a Swiss police officer with no probable cause and no warrant breaking into an apartment to find evidence with a witness watching him all the while.  Any defence lawyer would win on that: Hunk broke in and planted the evidence in Marlowe’s fish bowl would be the assertion. 

Gypsies figure in the story but I could not fathom the relationship of these travellers to the 1% of the native Swiss population that speaks Romansh. That would have added interested.  Maybe I missed something.

While I liked the atmosphere of the cold, wet fog, it was over used. Sure, the weather can be like that, but repetition on the page drains the meaning from it. If the sun ever shines, the author will not be able to set a scene. Likewise some of mannerisms suffered overkill e.g., four different people flick dust off a shirt or jacket sleeve. Maybe more, if I lost count. Now just maybe that might happen but it does not make fiction.  

My major reaction however is that the villain appears in act III of a three act play after a whole cast of characters has been introduced, none of them are relevant to the plot. Oh. It seems I wasted my time trying to keep them straight.

Hansjörg Schneider

While the book is touted as the first in a new series, a scratch reveals that it is the first to be translated from the Schweizerdeutsch, but the fifth in the original series.  Ergo the irritations and glitches that I noticed were not those of a novice.