Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
Terrible 1966 revision of the 1947 novel. They just randomly tossed in updated pop culture references (ex. “The kind of girl who wore false eyelashes” instead of “the kind of girl who wore harlequin frames”), then made a key change to the opening scene and tacked on a completely new and completely terrible ending.
So if you’re thinking of reading Robert Boch’s first novel, resist the temptation to go for the cheap paperback and spend the extra cash on the harder-to-find original. You won’t regret it.