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This book is why I should stop reading older works by male crime writers. The sexism is just ordinary and everywhere. Women are killed for their sexuality, our heroic detective is complex because he listens to jazz and “sensitive” for sleeping with a much younger female colleague. A violent gang rape is brushed off as a right of passage but don't worry, the survivor is fine now because she's a hippie and meditates. Sure, the writing is better than average, but we don't have to keep this in any canon of great crime writing.