The convoluted way of speaking was distracting and sometimes hard to follow. But it was worth persisting as there were some luminescent moments toward the end (like 3 women all banding together against the bad guys - it passes the Bechdel test)
I pretty much saw Rosie as a man's idea of what a woman is (with at least some sympathy I guess) until the end where at least women were allies not catty. But the extent to which she tolerates "Brownie" and his sexual harrassment is depressing and if a woman wrote it Rosie would at least be a bit less ok with it in her mind. She likes all the men...I guess that's sort of sex positive. But she puts up with a lot. The casual racism here and there (usually so short you could think you imagined it) we could have done without, even if it is supposed to be humour or something. Very little of this was actually funny.
How is she Australian with the way she talks and acts and how is this Australia? She has a gun FFS!
It's not the worst I ever read - and at least it doesn't slut shame.
Delightfully funny, adorably quirky voice and satisfyingly noir. The Misplaced Corpse features Rosie Bosanky, the detective Sam Spade would be... if he were a young modern girl with a zest for life, love and murder.
This is a nostalgic read for me, as I first came across a paperback version on a visit to Brisbane many, many years ago after wandering into a quaint bookstore that focused on crime and mystery. Now I live here and Pulp Fiction is one of my favourite bookstores.