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There are very few writers who can write elegantly about murder, but there is no question that Benjamin Black is one of them.
It is rare that murder most foul is overwhelmed by literary grace, yet that is true of Benjamin Black's latest mystery. Even violent death can assume a lyrical tone when it is the work of an author for whom mysteries seem to have become a hobby since he claimed a major literary award under another name.