We all knew that in his street-beating days, Commisar Kerevan broke several cases following leads that made no logical sense; and that Chief Inspector Marcoberg was devoid of any such breaks, and that his decent record was the result, rather, of slog. We would never call inexplicable little insights “hunches”, for fear of drawing the universe’s attention. But they happened, and you know you had been in the proximity of one that had come through if you saw a detective kiss his or her fingers and touch his or her chest where a pendant to Warsha, patron saint of inexplicable inspirations, would, theoretically, hang.
(from The City & The City by China Miéville)
9*/10. The complete review is here.
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