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nineveh_uk) wrote2010-09-15 10:35 am
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Somebody hasn’t read her Knox
Let me quote a short passage from the start of chapter VII of Murder Must Advertise (shortly before Charles gets slugged on the staircase):
“[Chief-Inspector Parker] had had a long day at the Yard — no thrills, no interesting disclosures, no exciting visitors, not so much as a dis-diamonded rajah or a sinister Chinaman — only the reading and summarizing of twenty-one reports of interviews with police narks, five hundred and thirteen letters from the public in response to a broadcast S O S about a wanted man, and a score or so of anonymous letters, all probably written by lunatics.”
My copy of The Attenbury Emeralds has arrived, and I am reading it. That a dis-emeralded Rajah has turned up on page 18 probably says all you need to know about its quality. I shall have much to say, but to spare you will save it until the end. It is a bit slow-going because I keep having to stop to say "WTF?TRY(%HDFNW(HGOAT!"
“[Chief-Inspector Parker] had had a long day at the Yard — no thrills, no interesting disclosures, no exciting visitors, not so much as a dis-diamonded rajah or a sinister Chinaman — only the reading and summarizing of twenty-one reports of interviews with police narks, five hundred and thirteen letters from the public in response to a broadcast S O S about a wanted man, and a score or so of anonymous letters, all probably written by lunatics.”
My copy of The Attenbury Emeralds has arrived, and I am reading it. That a dis-emeralded Rajah has turned up on page 18 probably says all you need to know about its quality. I shall have much to say, but to spare you will save it until the end. It is a bit slow-going because I keep having to stop to say "WTF?TRY(%HDFNW(HGOAT!"
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I've tried to be fair about the previous books, I really have, to acknowledge what is done well even where it isn't to my taste, but this one is just wrong.
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*tries High Definition North West Happy Goat*
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Two days ago I dreamed Jill Paton Walsh was demanding to know how many volumes of Sayers' letters I had read. Must have been a Portent of Doom. Or something.
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Can't be too careful, after all.