Martin Suter’s The Last Weynfeldt is a Swiss novel of money, taste, loneliness and beautifully arranged deception.

Adrian Weynfeldt is an ageing art expert, precise and insulated, living among objects whose value is easier to assess than people. Then a younger woman appears at the edge of his carefully curated life, and the whole polished structure begins to acquire fingerprints.

Suter is good at the elegant social trap: galleries, collectors, inherited wealth, desire, professional discretion. The book moves like a literary thriller, but its real interest is atmosphere — the erotic charge of surfaces, the loneliness of connoisseurship, and the soft violence of charm when money is nearby.

A clean, wry novel for readers who like art-world fiction, European restraint, quiet manipulation, and protagonists whose emotional lives have been stored under museum-grade glass.

New Vessel Press paperback, 2016; first published in German in 2008 as Der letzte Weynfeldt. Translated by Steph Morris. Light cover and edge wear; pages clean and readable. Solid copy.