Amsterdam detective has lost a daughter in mysterious circumstances, and has withdrawn from the police force to drown his sorrows in booze and dope - until he is called back when another young girl has disappeared under the same circumstances. Together with a rookie from the provinces he delves into the mystery, but his unusual methods do not appeal to senior management...
My opinion: pretty feeble compared to some of his earlier books, which I really liked (Death in Seville, the Garden of Evil) both for their local colour and the good story. This House of Dolls comes over as if written by numbers, maybe to be translated for a TV series? Clipped sentences, feeble characterization - depending on stereotypes from other series, probably. This makes for a pretty boring book. It is not predictable, there are too many twists and turns for that, but I never warmed to the characters - the ones that I could remember, that is. As for local colour, I used to live on a houseboat in Amsterdam (as the main character in this book does) and I found a lot of little details that were wrong (lime trees don't drop their seed in spring, no local calls the Prinsengracht 'Prinsen', Friesians are not thought of as country hicks; and aircraft doors are not fifteen metres from the ground, either).
Two-and-a-half stars.