"Despite a superb barrage of letters from Aunt Reg to Julia, a hilarious send-up of refurbishing pitfalls, and a clever use of mothballs, there are too many coincidences and jaunts to the pub en route to a most unlikely confession. An imperfect wrap-up to an all-too-short career."
Caudwell, who died this past January, managed in just three books (The Sirens Sang of Murder
, 1989, etc.) to achieve cult status for her gleefully barbed wit and erudition. Nobody, however, raved about her plotting, and her long-awaited fourth mixes her best and worst.
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