The final decision, or a solution to the curtain

In the midst of the Second World War in the county, Soussex lives its days by an eighty -year -old old man, the once famous detective, who retired and interested only in his apiary. Suddenly, fate reduces him with a dumb Jewish refugee boy. The only thing that remains of Linus from his former life is the gray parrot Jaco. But what do the long chains of numbers that the bird say? Secret codes SS? Or codes for accounts in Swiss banks? Or maybe everything is much simpler and worse? A real hunt begins on the parrot’s boy, and there is a murder in the house where he lives ... In this stylistically impeccable story there is subtlety and humanism. And at the same time, there is a famously twisted intrigue, a detective spring, heroic - everything that the reader expects from the literature of the "light" genre. - The guardian
Sheibon managed to create a laconic version of the classic 19th century detective, designed to read in the living room by the fireplace. He skillfully resurrects not only the surroundings of the Victorian detective, but also the image of his most important hero. - The Observer
Schibon again easily takes a high -raised bar: what prevents the good detective story from possessing the advantages of great literature? There is no final decision of the cleansing catharsis, and in the deliberate refusal this catharsis is to cause the main force of this book. There are things that you can’t cleanse. - The New York Times