In New London, the heavy hand of the Administration has put yet another yoke on Toreth's shoulders--he's been assigned as the "personal liason" to soc...moreIn New London, the heavy hand of the Administration has put yet another yoke on Toreth's shoulders--he's been assigned as the "personal liason" to socioanalyst Carnac. Carnac is a constantly talking, deeply annoying, creepily charming man whose training in reading and manipulating people and groups makes him far too dangerous for anyone's good. And when he decides to stave off boredom by breaking Toreth, it'll take all Sara and Warrick's wits to prevent him.(less)
Enola was raised a idiosyncratically in an isolated manor house by her mother. When her mother decamped to live her own life, Enola discovered that sh...moreEnola was raised a idiosyncratically in an isolated manor house by her mother. When her mother decamped to live her own life, Enola discovered that she too could lead an independent life--but she nevertheless misses her mother terribly. Their only communication since her mother's disappearance is through cyphered messages left in newspapers, but this is enough to buck up Enola's spirits and confidence. Under a variety of disguises she sets herself up as a finder of lost persons. Her latest case: what has become of the aristocratic girl she saved in The case of the Left-handed lady? Her only clue: a cheap pink fan the girl dropped while asking her for help in the rudimentary language of the fan.
It is great fun to watch Enola slip in and out of her variety of guises, and view London from distinctly different points of view. Her complicated feelings for her mother and brothers are particularly well developed in this volume. It is, alas, her brothers that pose the one sticking point I have with the series: both seem rather less astute than usual, and Mycroft in particular is both much less intelligent and far more talkative and active than I'm used to.(less)
Enola Holmes, the younger sister of Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes, has set herself up as a consulting detective. When she hears that Dr.Watson is missin...moreEnola Holmes, the younger sister of Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes, has set herself up as a consulting detective. When she hears that Dr.Watson is missing, she dives into the investigation. Her only clue is that Mrs.Watson has been receiving strange bouquets.
Enola is a wonderful heroine, smart, resourceful, and gutsy. I love watching her skills develop and her relationship with Sherlock shift.(less)
A stupid but sweet middle-aged woman is murdered in her bed in the midst of a lovely little house party. The other guests find her body within a minut...moreA stupid but sweet middle-aged woman is murdered in her bed in the midst of a lovely little house party. The other guests find her body within a minute, the room is locked, there are no footprints outside the window--the case seems insolvable. Three great amateur detectives show up the next day to solve the case--parody versions of Lord Peter Wimsey, Hercule Poirot and Father Brown.
Lord Simon Plimsoll: "He stepped out of the foremost of three Rolls-Royces, the second of which contained his man-servant, whose name I afterwards learnt was Butterfield, and the third, a quantity of photographic apparatus. I happened to be outside the front door at the time, and heard him address his man. I was at first a little startled at his idiom, for it reminded me of a dialogue I had heard in a cabaret between two entertainers whose name I believe was Western, and it took me a few moments to believe that this was his natural mode of speech."
Amer Picon: "He interrupted me. 'I know all that you know, mon vieux, and per'aps a leetle more. Oho, tiens, voila!' he ended not very relevantly."
Monsignor Smith: "'Why, I've actually heard that an American has risen from the ground and moved through the air with wings,' he said, 'and without sharing the fate of Icarus.' The little cleric was staring out of the window through the thick lenses of his spectacles. 'But there are so many kinds of wings,' he murmured; 'there are the wings of aeroplanes and of birds. There are angels' wings and'--his voice dropped--'there are devils' wings.' Then he nibbled at a piece of bread which he had been crumbling. We were silent at once. My acquaintance with all of this remarkable man that had been made public, led me to look for something in his words which would turn out to have some bearing on our problem. 'But there is flight without wings,' he went on, 'more terrible than flight with wings. The Zeppelins had no wings to lift them. A bullet has no wings. A skilfully thrown knife, flashing through the air like a drunken comet, is wingless, too.' This was too pointed for Alec Norris, who began to talk hastily of motor-cars."
The detectives guide us through twists and turns of hidden ropes, servants with criminal pasts, and various wills, until at last, they each give their rendition of how this locked room murder was committed.
And then Sergeant Beef, the ponderous, slow-witted police officer originally assigned to the case, says "But I know 'oo done it" and unravells it all.(less)
Val Toreth is a bright young star at the Investigation and Interrogation division, known for his ability to get information and results out of nearly...moreVal Toreth is a bright young star at the Investigation and Interrogation division, known for his ability to get information and results out of nearly anybody, whether through charm, sex, or torture. He's assigned the investigation of an up-and-coming company: two people have mysteriously died while hooking into the company's proprietary simulation devices. The investigation is twistier and far more interesting than I expected, and the clues are well placed. (The futuristic dystopia in which all this takes class is equally well put together: information about it comes out casually and naturally through conversations and characters' assumptions.) During this investigation, Val's involvement with one of the company's senior directors, the controlled Dr. Keir Warrick, both tests Val's casual approach to relationships and reveals dark secrets about what's really going on.
Fascinating, with a good mix of plot, characterization, and very well crafted sex scenes. I'd expected this to be like the other published m/m erotica I've read, which often feels generic and copy&pasted together. Toreth and Warrick are very distinct individuals; I look forward to reading more of their noirish adventures while trying to survive being under the thumb of the Administration.(less)
Enola Holmes is the much younger sister of Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes. Raised by her Rationalist mother in the country, Enola runs wild and a bit une...moreEnola Holmes is the much younger sister of Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes. Raised by her Rationalist mother in the country, Enola runs wild and a bit uneducated. But then, on her 14th birthday, Enola's mother vanishes. Sherlock won't look for her, and Mycroft is too busy getting Enola enrolled in a boarding school to teach her to be a proper lady. So Enola makes a plan and runs away to London to find her mother.
Lots of action and adventure, with some clues and cyphers thrown in for good measure. This is definitely intended for a younger audience than I, but there's a great deal about the unfair and terrible effects of classism and sexism cleverly hidden in here. I really liked Enola, who is quick-witted without being unbelievable. Her brothers are not characterized precisely as AC Doyle presented them, but that's the worst criticism I can throw at this charming slip of a mystery novel. (less)
A favorite waiter surprises Archie one night and says he fears he'll be killed. Archie leaves him in a guest bedroom to sleep until the great detectiv...moreA favorite waiter surprises Archie one night and says he fears he'll be killed. Archie leaves him in a guest bedroom to sleep until the great detective, Nero Wolfe, wakes up. But only minutes after Archie goes to bed himself, the house is shaken. A bomb has gone off, and the waiter is dead.
So begins another mystery, set in 1970s New York and focusing on the sedentary gastronomer and genius, Nero Wolfe, and his bff and right hand man, Archie Goodwin. The mystery is solved through unbelievably circumstantial clues, there's very little motive for the murders, and there's a completely unnecessary red herring that takes up a good half of the book. The other half is taken up by Stout's repetitive stock phrases: men are constantly sending their eyes round the room, palming the arms of their chair, walking exactly three streps into the room...Stout tells every single motion in absurd detail, none of which has anything whatsoever to do with the mystery or even much to do with character development. Between the unsatisfactory mystery, the stock phrases and unnecessary details padding out the slender plot, and Archie's unbearable sexism (he makes a joke at one point that the only way to get a feminist to listen is to rape her--which she'd like, btw), I really hated this book by the end.(less)
Robert Blair is a staid lawyer settling into a comfortable middle age when he gets dragged into an odd kidnapping case.
It's told well--I really like...moreRobert Blair is a staid lawyer settling into a comfortable middle age when he gets dragged into an odd kidnapping case.
It's told well--I really like Tey's quiet, understated writing style. And the characters and their interactions are delightfully old-fashioned. But old-fashioned is precisely my problem with this story--it all hinges on slut-shaming, bad-seedism (that concept that some people are just born totally evil, blegh) and classism, which kept rankling as I read. I just don't believe that "the lower classes" are crass and lack tact, and either live to serve or are evil. And without sharing that belief, the story reads less naturally and believably. And, as all too often happens in mystery novels, all is revealed in a sensational confession.
Cassel Sharpe was raised in the Curse Workers's world, where everyone is a con artist and every choice is a potential trap. His mother can emotionally...moreCassel Sharpe was raised in the Curse Workers's world, where everyone is a con artist and every choice is a potential trap. His mother can emotionally control him, his brother can manipulate his memories, his ex-girlfriend is now part of the mob and he himself has (view spoiler)[a power so rare that its nearly mythical. (hide spoiler)] He wants to get a high class education and win himself free of all the plots, but instead he keeps getting pulled deeper.
The world building remains awesome. There are workers and non-workers. Workers can enact magic with a touch, but experience blowback if they do. For example, emotion workers can manipulate other people's feelings, but in return their own emotions become unstable. Or there are death workers, who can kill someone with a touch, but in return a part of their body dies--a tooth if they're lucky, their heart if they're not. Even healing has blowback of its own: by healing others, one becomes sick oneself. Working magic is dangerous and not to be done lightly. But for all that, it's so powerful that it's still used. And because all the magic is touch-based, everyone wears gloves constantly, and seeing someone's ungloved hand is both incredibly intimate and a little scary.
Cassel, and all the supporting characters, are equally well-thought out, well-rounded creations. And the plot is as twisty as ever, though not quite so mind-blowing as the first two books. I really loved this series, but I think Black was smart to end (or at least pause) it here. (view spoiler)[Cassel quitting school, the FBI, and all pretences of normality in order to have a little time with Lila was an incredibly gutsy plot twist, the equivalent of having Harry Potter quit Hogwarts in, say, the fifth book. It was smart, it was unexpected, and it completely shook up the books' loose formula. In all three books, Cassel has to juggle school, curse working, and the law--after the last chapter, the juggling act is over. (hide spoiler)](less)
Journalist Mikael Blomkvist is charged with libel and decides to take some time off from his magazine. Instead, he works to find what happened to Harr...moreJournalist Mikael Blomkvist is charged with libel and decides to take some time off from his magazine. Instead, he works to find what happened to Harriet Vanger, the young niece of a wealthy CEO. Meanwhile, punky hacker Lisbeth Salander has her own investigations, which presumably eventually have something to do with Blomkvist and the Vanger family. I don't know, because I couldn't bear to finish this. It usually takes me about a day to read a book. It took me an entire month to slog through less than 300 pages of Larsson's bullshit.
His writing is simultaneously ridonkulously sensational (chapter after chapter of escalatingly SHOCKING! sex acts) and brain-numbingly boring. Page after page of stilted, unbelievably dialog. Constant info dumps in place of action or dialog. Larsson repeats himself on pretty much ever page; nothing is hinted at or unsaid, everything is reiterated. Blomkvist and Salander make no sense as human beings; in 250 pages, I knew more about their computers than I did their inner lives or even, how they talked. I kept slogging through this because everyone rated it so highly, but I seriously do not get why. I feel like I'm taking crazy pills. Is it all one big parody or something?(less)
Really distinctive, unique art--beautiful, stylized, really gets the emotions, mood, and action across. The dialog is great too: snappy and clever, bu...moreReally distinctive, unique art--beautiful, stylized, really gets the emotions, mood, and action across. The dialog is great too: snappy and clever, but not ridiculously so, and does not adhere to the usual noir cliches. And best of all, Catwoman shines. This is a book to remind one of everything there is to love about her. Self-sufficient, canny, but with a heart that sometimes comes into play.
After being linked to a mob boss's death, Selena flees to Rome. But despite the city's reputation as a no-cape zone, she keeps running into evidence of the presence of an ever-widening circle of the Bat's enemies. Meanwhile, she's concerned with her own search for the truth about her parentage, and her troubled relationship with Batman. This is a fantastic story, full of double-crosses, narrow escapes, and murky motives. The Big Bad leaves a little to be desired, but I was so entranced by Selena that I didn't care. I'd recommend it to anyone feeling a bit jaded and tired of the usual Bat-stories.(less)
The last of the finished Lord Peter Wimsey books. I am saving it for when I am ancient and will get the references without needing a hypertext cheat s...moreThe last of the finished Lord Peter Wimsey books. I am saving it for when I am ancient and will get the references without needing a hypertext cheat sheet.(less)
Harper can find dead people. She has a fucked up family and a tragic past, but at least she's got her one talent--and her devoted step-brother, Tolliv...moreHarper can find dead people. She has a fucked up family and a tragic past, but at least she's got her one talent--and her devoted step-brother, Tolliver. They're a great couple of characters, and the mysteries Harris throws them into are always clever and disturbing. When Harper finds the bodies of eight teenagers, the little southern town is thrown into an uproar. Harris has a true talent for the details of small town life, and even the background characters are fully fleshed out. (less)
Collins writes like low-rent Dickens crossed with Trollop. He loves creating quirky characters and writing satirically and judgementally about them. H...moreCollins writes like low-rent Dickens crossed with Trollop. He loves creating quirky characters and writing satirically and judgementally about them. He is addicted to unnecessary hystrionics and suspense--an entire chapter will just be one character warning another of the SHOCKING news they are about to impart. Then, just as they are finally going to tell the truth, the chapter ends. Even worse, the Shocking Truth is always something completely petty and anticlimatic.
The story is told by Valeria, a young and pretty woman of good birth and excellent character. She is astounded when she learns her new husband married her under an assumed name. MINOR SPOILERS FROM HERE ON OUT. She rapidly discovers that several years before, he was accused of murdering his first wife--and never cleared of the crime. When he hears of her discovery, he flees the country and will not let her contact him. Valeria decides that the only way to regain her husband is to discover the true poisoner, and clear Eustace's name.
I am used to anti-non-Protestant, sexist, and racist view points polluting Victorian narratives. The usual tropes are at work here--but so is an extreme prejudice against the differently abled. One of the main characters, Dexter, was born with no legs, and his cousin is "an idiot." Every single time they appear, they are described in the most disgusting and bigoted terms--Dexter is described as grotesque, a Thing, an It, a monkey...When he tries to participate in the murder investigation, a preeminent doctor is summoned to examine him, and concludes that he will inevitably go mad or imbecilic--at any moment! I was shocked by the unfair treatment of these characters. I had some hope that Collins was brutal to Dexter to showcase needless, baseless prejudice. My idealism was dashed in chapter 40, when he goes mad because of how evil and unnatural he is: "nothing but a mute, vacant face turned up to the ceiling, with eyes that looked blindly, with lips parted in a senseless, changeless grin...Even the horror of that fearful sight seemed only to increase the pity that I felt for the stricken wretch." Um, screw you, Collins. Mystery spoiling SPOILERS! Dexter proves to have hounded Eustace's first wife into reading her husband's diary. She was so shocked and hurt when she realized that he did not love her, that she killed *herself* with arsenic. Dexter wanted to protect her memory and harm Eustace, so he destroyed her suicide letter. Valeria's investigation uncovers fragments of the letter, and her friends piece them together. Dexter dies of being mad (?) and his cousin Ariel throws herself on his grave and dies of exposure. Meanwhile, Valeria tells her husband of the discovery of his first wife's suicide note. She councils him not to read it, so his wife's reputation will remain untouched. They leave the suicide note for their infant son when he grows up. This is crazy, right? Why not take care of the unproved murder trial now, and by the time the kid grows up it will be a non-issue? In a decade or two, no one will remember that a woman completely unrelated to him committed suicide. Instead, Valeria and Eustace decide to be martyrs, and even worse, force their son to make the decision they themselves chose not to make. And THIS is supposed to be the Right Thing To Do. Victorians, you are messed in the head. http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/1622(less)
Written in the 1920s but set directly before the French Revolution, this is the story of a young lawyer from the provinces, Andre-Louis. Raised and ed...moreWritten in the 1920s but set directly before the French Revolution, this is the story of a young lawyer from the provinces, Andre-Louis. Raised and educated among the nobility, he has not the wealth, parentage, or hypocrisy needed to remain in their midst. When the Marquis de La Tour d'Azyr viciously and cold-bloodedly kills Andre-Louis's best friend, a naive priest, Andre swears vengeance. The corrupt system of laws is no help, and Andre is turned from his home and profession for his trouble-making. In extremity, he becomes in turn a rabble-rouser, an actor, a fencing-master, and finally, a politician. In each guise, he heaps another humiliation upon the Marquis, until finally 1792 is upon them, and blood must be spilt.
This is a book filled with duels, rhetoric, mob violence and lots and lots of clever dialog*. Andre is a rather more sarcastic twist on The Princess Bride's Wesley--Aline is a much smarter version of Buttercup. Scaramouche would be a fantastic movie.
*example: "From M. le Marquis there was a slight play of eyebrows, a vague, indulgent smile. His dark, liquid eyes looked squarely into the face of M. de Vilmorin. "You have been deceived in that, I fear." "Deceived?" "Your sentiments betray the indiscretion of which madame your mother must have been guilty." The brutally affronting words were sped beyond recall, and the lips that had uttered them, coldly, as if they had been the merest commonplace, remained calm and faintly sneering. A dead silence followed."(less)
**spoiler alert** A Victorian gothic novel. I love the detailed descriptions of each character, and how cleverly Lady Audley has managed everything so...more**spoiler alert** A Victorian gothic novel. I love the detailed descriptions of each character, and how cleverly Lady Audley has managed everything so far. She's a very sly young lady, and I wish she'd win, as opposed to being the object lesson in a morality tale. Le sigh.
This is a frustrating novel to read, because I am so utterly in sympathy with Lady Audley. Just think: to grow up in poverty, with no means to escape it, then to marry yet more poverty; to have your husband abandon you with no money nor occcupation, to raise your child alone; to recieve no news of your husband and sole support for years, and finally, to resolve to better your station. To then earn your living, and marry very well, only to be abruptly confronted with your first stupid husband's return. What else *could* one do, but kill him and hide the body? She had so few resources, and was judged so severely for making use of them, that I really hate George Talboys and Robert Audley. In any other setting I think I'd be half in love with Robert Audley, a character in the same vein as the much-beloved Sidney Carton. But in this one I'm just impatient with him and his investigations, which take up the majority of the novel. (Do we really need to read about Audley racing about the country discovering what we already know?)
When each of Lady Audley’s husbands discovers her Secret, they are heartbroken. They feel completely and utterly betrayed by the fact that her lovely face and girlish giggle hide a thinking, planning mind and that she has actually lived a life, independent of them. Whether or not she killed anyone seems beside the point—how dare she not be a blank slate? And then, of course, as soon as they realize that she can make plans of her own, they send her to the madhouse. What else could a clever woman be, but mad? I am disappointed that her husbands, who were apparently wounded to the quick, broken men due to her cursed perfidy, lived long, happy lives after discovering her Secret, whereas she, supposedly without natural human feeling, died a mere year later of melancholy.
ETA: Robert Audley is totally in love with George Talboys, y/y? '"Who would have thought that I could have grown so fond of the fellow," he muttered, "or feel so lonely without him? I've a comfortable little fortune in the three per cents.; I'm heir presumptive to my uncle's title; and I know of a certain dear little girl who, as I think, would do her best to make me happy; but I declare that I would freely give up all, and stand penniless in the world to-morrow, if this mystery could be satisfactorily cleared away, and George Talboys could stand by my side."'(less)
Two years after the disastrous events of The Lies of Locke Lamora, Locke and Jean are only days away from robbing the most heavily guarded, ridiculou...moreTwo years after the disastrous events of The Lies of Locke Lamora, Locke and Jean are only days away from robbing the most heavily guarded, ridiculously wealthy vault of all--that of the infamous gaming hall, the Sinspire. But of course, skills like Locke and Jean's do not go unnoticed, and in just a few chapters they are trapped in a web of poltics, poison and power struggles.
Con artists! Fights about playwrights! Pirate battles! And of course, witty banter galore.
The one drawback to this book is that, yet again, far too many characters die by the end. Curse you, Scott Lynch!(less)
Locke Lamora and his fellow "Gentlemen Bastards" seek to steal, connive and otherwise inviegle wealth from the nobility in the most outrageous ways po...moreLocke Lamora and his fellow "Gentlemen Bastards" seek to steal, connive and otherwise inviegle wealth from the nobility in the most outrageous ways possible. All is going according to his wildly elaborate plan...until he gets the secret police and the serial killing, possibly otherworldly Gray King on his tail. Locke is a fabulous character--far from the strongest, quickest or prettiest of the thieves, he leads through sheer cleverness and verve.
The play of language and wit throughout is fabulous. Everyone's manuevering and manipulation kept me on the edge of my seat, as did the exciting chases and fights. One warning: this a dark book. By the end many characters were dead and most of the others had been tortured, poisoned or in some way tormented. I had a hard time reading a few of the passages, but I'm glad I got through it. Lynch has written an incredible adventure, for some very memorable characters, in an enticingly well-thought-out world.(less)
The infamous thief Arsene Lupin is a sort of Scarlet Pimpernel crossed with Moriarty. It's a short, fast-paced detective story told from the investiga...moreThe infamous thief Arsene Lupin is a sort of Scarlet Pimpernel crossed with Moriarty. It's a short, fast-paced detective story told from the investigator's perspective. Unfortunately, Lupin's identity is clear very early in the book, and the investigating is of the most rudimentry sort. Eventually we meet Lupin's gang, who I like best of everyone in the book, and the love interest, who I don't like at all. (less)
A collection of detective stories, not all of which relate to Wimsey. A quick read. There are some introspective moments, but they never weigh down th...moreA collection of detective stories, not all of which relate to Wimsey. A quick read. There are some introspective moments, but they never weigh down the pared-down plots. I think my favorite was “The Poisoned Dow ’08,” the first Montague Egg mystery and one that showcases Sayer’s skill with class and manners. Several of the stories have a particularly gothic and grim feel, which I admit I did not appreciate, particularly “The Incredible Elopement of Lord Peter Wimsey”(less)
Really awful Christian propaganda posing as murder mysteries. I was poised to like Chesterton, based solely on a few of his quotes I’d stumbled upon a...moreReally awful Christian propaganda posing as murder mysteries. I was poised to like Chesterton, based solely on a few of his quotes I’d stumbled upon and Neil Gaiman’s good opinion. It’s true that the mysteries themselves are quite interesting. Unfortunately, Chesterton has a narrowness of view. In the first story of the collection, the clever police chief Valentin is the main character. I quite liked him, and looked forward to more interactions between him (an atheist) and Father Brown (a saintly priest). Unfortunately, Chesterton had no intention of writing a debate of any kind—in the very next story, Father Brown says,”Valentin is an honest man, if being mad for an arguable cause is honesty. But did you never see in that cold, grey eye of his that he is mad! He would do anything, anything, to break what he calls the superstition of the Cross. He has fought for it and starved for it, and now he has murdered for it.” And thence, Valentin kills himself, unable to deal with The Truth of Christianity. Father Brown’s incessant saintliness in all the stories is bad enough, but a few stories later he meets a "Hindoo." This conversation ensues,
“"It's very beautiful," said the priest in a low, dreaming voice; "the colours are very beautiful. But it's the wrong shape." "What for?" asked Flambeau, staring. "For anything. It's the wrong shape in the abstract. Don't you ever feel that about Eastern art? The colours are intoxicatingly lovely; but the shapes are mean and bad-- deliberately mean and bad. I have seen wicked things in a Turkey carpet." "Mon Dieu!" cried Flambeau, laughing. "They are letters and symbols in a language I don't know; but I know they stand for evil words," went on the priest, his voice growing lower and lower. "The lines go wrong on purpose—like serpents doubling to escape." "What the devil are you talking about?" said the doctor with a loud laugh. Flambeau spoke quietly to him in answer. "The Father sometimes gets this mystic's cloud on him," he said; "but I give you fair warning that I have never known him to have it except when there was some evil quite near." "Oh, rats!" said the scientist. "Why, look at it," cried Father Brown, holding out the crooked knife at arm's length, as if it were some glittering snake. "Don't you see it is the wrong shape? Don't you see that it has no hearty and plain purpose? It does not point like a spear. It does not sweep like a scythe. It does not look like a weapon. It looks like an instrument of torture."”
And if *that’s* not bad enough, shortly thereafter the “scientist” is proven to be a murderer, and commits suicide, complete with a suicide note that says Father Brown and Christianity were right about everything all along.
The author pounds home the Anglo Christians=good, everyone else=bad message pretty hard. Not a story goes by without religion playing a major part, and there’s racism every single time a character of color pops up. (Note that the Asian man-servant has a “hacking” and “dreadful” accent, and “his slits of eyes almost faded from his face in one fat Chinese sneer.” The other characters feel an instinctive revulsion against him, “Merton felt an almost bodily sickness at the sight of him; and he muttered to Gilder: "Surely you would take Miss Armstrong's word against his?"” A better person might have leavened his character’s racism with an authorial tone that condemned or mocked their stance; instead, Chesterton clearly agrees.)
Dear Chesterton: I have better things to do with my life than read your bigotry.(less)
I picked this up a year or so ago and *hated* the first story I read, which I thought priggishly class conscious. After reading the Wimsey novels, I l...moreI picked this up a year or so ago and *hated* the first story I read, which I thought priggishly class conscious. After reading the Wimsey novels, I liked the stories a great deal more, and would recommend them only after a reader has read at least one or two of Sayers's novels.(less)
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