A review by morydd
The Yiddish Policemen's Union by Michael Chabon

2.0

I don't love detective mysteries, so perhaps this was an uphill battle for me, but I barely made it through this book. The language was too dense with yiddish for a goyem like me to get into the rhythm of the prose, which was frequently a florid as the Alaskan landscape was bleak. The story meandered and pays off it seemed disconnected. It didn't draw me into the search for the murderer, but cheeky like it dragged me along like the kid brother that no one really wanted there in the first place. in the end, I just didn't care what happened to the characters, and felt a bit like the author didn't either.