Zafon's peak is less high than Perez-Reverte's, and his perplexes are less resourceful, but his article is extraordinarily well-written. Humour, repugnance, government and romance are cleverly established, and whereas the cardinal plot-twists aren't hard to estimate, the general effect is hugely satisfying.
The publication is in writing by a witty and understanding author sufficient to burlesque himself while still being adept to lift the hairs on the reverse of your neck. It is furthermore a quasi-Freudian biblio-adventure, looping and rotating through the roads of post-war Barcelona as well as in amidst the sheets of publications, in search of ...