Pleasured [antikvár]

New Year’s Eve, 1988. Two people are dancing an inexpert tango in no-man’s-land as snow falls. Who, what, are they waiting for? Philip Hensher’s Berlin is a city of escape and hiding, where wary obsessions form and grow. Shady Mr Picker has a dream of a rose-coloured dawn; he knows he could change history by introducing pleasure to the East – or, at any rate, large consignments of chemical bliss. And maybe he’s right; history is on the move, glimpsed through a seedy landscape of bars and bedsits, small-scale terrorism and large deceptions.