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Originally Posted by CRussel
Not my favourite, but not as bad as I’d feared. Overall 3 stars for the story, but still 5 stars for the narration.
Next up, the latest Bruno book, A Grave in the Woods, by Martin Walker, narrated by Ian Mackenzie.
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I've been bingeing on Nero Wolfe, so I decided on some palate-cleansers in the pool.
First,
The Sibyl in her Grave by Sarah Caudwell. For years I've been holding back on this as it's the last in a short four-book series (the author died); I decided this was the year to treat myself to it. Every bit as good as the previous three books. I highly regret the premature farewell to all the protagonists. I followed that up with
Pearls, Girls and Monty Bodkin by P.G. Wodehouse. Not the best of the Master's, but the language was as delightful as ever and he was over 90 when he wrote it! Also, Jonathan Cecil was the narrator and he's in contention for the best of all Wodehouse narrators. (Martin Jarvis is the other.)
When
Pearls, Girls kicked over as I was kicking in the pool myself (couldn't resist) to Rex Stout's
Champagne for One, I didn't resist. I'd planned on a different Wolfe next and something else in between at that, but sometimes you have to let fate take its course.
Out of the pool, I've been listening to Herman Wouk's
City Boy. I read this decades ago and it's still fun; I can't help thinking of my father, also a Bronx boy, albeit roughly ten years younger than Herbie and not Jewish. I know he identified with him.