Morrow' s novel, The Forgers, allows us to see a world that is unavailable to most of us: the world of the buying and selling of art/rare books. Not just that, but the passion/pathology of collectors. As an any human endeavour, it is a complicated by intelligence, greed, the desire to possess things of value. Morrow has penetrated the heart of that mystery by creating an expert narrator (think of Pale Fire) who is narcissistic yet sympathetic. You wish to believe him as you long to to believe any sociopath. The opening line is remarkable and the conclusion is astonishing. The murderer is still among us, you think, a fellow with a tweed jacket, drinking a glass of red wine, just down the bar. This book has a mysterious air to it and it feels as though you're there. The cover is beautiful and gives an air of mystery and surprise. I am looking forward to reading more of Morrow's work!