Quite a refreshing read. This author is not afraid to try new things and changes around the trappings of the long established detective genre, with mixed results. We follow Jake, a protagonist we can freely call a militant lesbian since the author himself does exactly that. To my great relief this strong characterization doesn't get in the way of the plot or the story and shouldn't make anyone uncomfortable, in fact there are so many other politically incorrect situations described correctly that at some point the extreme descriptions feel quite natural and appropriate.

Police Detective Jake manages to place herself at the head of an investigation into the search for a serial killer who hunts other potential killers. Written in 1992 the novel postulates what society and criminal investigation might look like in our current age. Some is spot on some not so much. Both Jake and the killer use criminal profiling in their cat and mouse game but the core method of investigation is, or should have been, philosophy. The killer is obsessed with his idol the philosopher Wittgenstein and kills other killers who's assigned nickname by the criminal database also correspond to philosophers.

What should have been a battle of wits turns instead out to be a battle of wills. The author is so focused on trying to fit philosophy work in the context of crime that the entire endeavor feels forced to say the least. There is much to be enjoyed in this book and I would recommend anyone to read this if only to see the bravado of the author in breaking stereo types and trying out near future predictions. Describing this as a book thought of by Neal Stephenson and executed by William Gibson without directions doesn't feel far from the mark. If there are any gaping plot holes it would have to be things you would think the author knew something about. For example:

Schizophrenia is not the same as Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD).

A sociopath is not someone who suffers from schizophrenia.

There are also incredibly clumsy plot holes that have nothing to do with the technical details of mental illness or philosophy. Quite early on in the novel the police bureau comes up with a good description of the killer and even has a police sketch of his face. As a final touch Jake has an elaborate recording of the killer's voice. However Jake does not instantly recognize the killer after coming in close contact and even speaking with him. ( )

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This is the third book that Bill MacDonald recommended in his note to me a couple of weeks ago. He's right... But, here's what he said: "This one is set a little ways into the future, about 20 years. A computer hacker in England breaks into a government file an discovers a list of persons inflicted with a rare brain disorder which identifies the individual as a potential serial killer. Imagine his shock when he discovers his name is on the list. He decides to take it upon himself to track down the others on the list and kill them. Every other chapter is written in the 1st person from his viewpoint, while the others follow the policewoman's investigation of the murders. It's an excellent read." ( )

Well written and generally enjoyable, particularly if you've read any Wittgenstein. ( )

The problem for any author who writes about the future is attaching a date to that vision. 1984, 2001, etc. Here we are in 2014 and witness that the future is much more prosaic than the book or movie. The same is true here. The year is 2013. Chief Inspector “Jake” Jacowicz has been assigned to investigate the murders of several VMN-negative men. Research has revealed that men who are deficient in Ventro Medial Nucleus are more likely to commit violent antisocial acts. The Lombroso project was created to analyze men, to find those who are VMN deficit and to provide counseling and drug treatment in order to prevent their violent natures from committing crimes. Unfortunately, one of the VMN-negative men has found his way into the database and is killing off the men.

Each of the men has been given a code name to protect his privacy. The killer’s code is Ludwig Wittgenstein (obviously the title is a pun on Wittgenstein's most famous work), a twentieth century philosopher who speculated on the nature of language and its relationship to empirical reality. Oddly, the killer, in the eyes of the detectives begins to assume characteristics similar to the original philosopher whose diaries reveal interesting speculations on the nature of death and reality. Punishment in 2013 consists of punitive coma of varying lengths — often permanent. This was a way of defeating the anti-capital punishment groups. Obviously a person in a coma is not dead, they are being fed and cared for, and we know brain waves continue during coma, and its reversible nature at will (in 2013) provides control and saves money. Ironic given recent events in Oklahoma.

The book is quite interesting in some of the philosophical issues it raises. The discussion of murder is particularly interesting. “Because each time I kill one of my brothers, I am, of course, killing God. But just a minute, I hear you say: if someone kills God and God does not exist, then surely he’s killing nothing at all. It makes no sense to say ‘I am killing something’ when the something does not exist. I can imagine a god that is not there, in this forest, but not kill one that is not there. And ‘to imagine a god in this forest’ means to imagine a god is there. Burt to kill a god does not mean that. . . But if someone says ‘in order for me to be able to imagine God he must after all exist in some sense’, the answer is: no, he does not have to exist in any sense. Except one. Where God does exist is in the mind of man. Ergo, one kills a man, one kills God.” Fascinating.

There are other intriguing speculations on the nature of society and what is right and wrong. Society is simply a bias toward commonly held standards of what constitutes right and wrong. “That does not give us the truth about my acts. Only the appearance of truth. For thousands of years, when a man took another man's property it was called theft. But for almost a century, in certain parts of this world this sort of thing was legitimized by the name of Marxism. Tomorrow’s political philosophy might sanction murder, just as Marxism once sanctioned theft.

You talk about a standard of a decent society. . .. But what kind of society is it that regards a President of the United States who orders the use of nuclear weapons to kill thousands of people as a great man, and another man who assassinates a single President as a criminal?”

Very good detective story that speculates on numerous important issues, but he would have been better advised to leave the year ambiguous.. ( )

This mystery is set in a future world where science has discovered a genetic tendency toward violent crime and where a secret database lists these individuals. Now someone is killing them. The female police inspector on the case has her own issues, but gradually tightens the net until she finds him. Parts of the book are the diary of the killer, who waxes philosophical at times. Those were the times when my interest flagged and I became impatient with the story. ( )

I read this book 15 years too late. It would have been much better then when technology wasn't as advanced as now. Reading it now is spoiled by badly dated technological descriptions. ( )

Back in the 1990s Philip Kerr was often heralded as "the British Michael Crichton" because of his chilling portrayals of the near future. I can't see this myself. His foray in to the past with the series of books featuring Bernie Gunther and set during, during and slightly after the Second World War has been very successful, as was his novel set in President Kennedy's America. his futuristic books just don't work - for some reason his normally sound plotting just falls apart, as does his capacity to conjure empathetic characters.
This book could have been so good - the setting is certainly well captured, and his descriptions of the conflicts between senior police and government ministers seemed vary plausible. Unfortunately the story became too dependent upon squalor and faux psychology.
Stick to the past, Philip - it's more forgiving! ( )

The best of Kerr's non-Gunther novels, imo (noting that I've never been able to get very far with the Isaac Newton book). A combination serial killer/science fiction/philosophical novel. The philosophical part is a bit thin, but the rest holds together reasonably well, without the disasters-through-pandering or -imitation that seem common in many of Kerr's other 90s works. ( )

Philosophical murder mystery set slightly in the future (2013) - supposedly there is a DNA test that reveals criminal tendencies and serial killers are rampant - one in particular is killing men before they commit crimes "just in case". A female detective is assigned to catch him. The story is ok, but the long break-ins of philosophical musings really detract from it. ( )

I liked Philip Kerr's Berlin Noir Trilogy very much, but cannot say the same about A Philosophical Investigation. The latter is set in London in 2013 with an engaging female officer from Scotland Yard who is an expert on chasing serial killers and she has a doozy on her hands in this novel: a man who is busy bumping off men, who have been identified through a secret government program as carrying a specific brain structure that predisposes them to violence; the killer is also one of these men and believes that he is doing a service by eliminating others who might–might–one day be violent. The point of view shifts between the policewoman and the killer with the latter justifying or at least exploring his actions in terms of philosophies of life, death, existence, etc; this then develops into a dialogue between the two, complicated by the policewoman's political superiors who want to twist all this philosophical musing into an argument, to the killer, that the only logical extension of his actions is suicide. I found the philosophical interventions sometimes interesting, but more often they seemed to detract from the flow of the novel. Sometimes it felt as if the murder mystery was just a vehicle for the author's musings.
(Feb/06)