I see I get the honor of being the first to review Wilde's sequel to his Mercedes Drew series. And it is, indeed, an honor.
Wilde has not disappointed me yet with his often whimsical, always interesting tales that seem to stem from a warped mind. And he has failed to disappoint me with this offering, either. Sorry, Barnaby, but I must tell the truth.
I will admit that Brit Lit is different reading from American, but I find that refreshing. If these were American stories, there'd be gunplay a'plenty, a hard-boiled, strong-jawed, head-bustin' detective and the requisite car chases. Not so in Wilde's England. There, the cops are all too human with their own shortcomings and misgivings. Detective Inspector Desmond Flowers is an excellent detective, but when it comes to his relationship with Ms. Drew, he is more than a bit clueless. As to gunplay, there was one shot fired in the whole book, and that from a World War (I, maybe) handgun fired by - well, I'm not going to give that part away. You'll just have to read the book to find out.
Wilde is infamous for injecting humor into the most serious subjects and this book is no exception. His "car-chase" is one example, but let the reader beware: Wilde will ambush you at any turn.
I highly recommend this book to anyone who likes mysteries with a side-order of laughs. Wilde has done his usual bang-up job.
David H. Keith
(reviewed the day of purchase)