...by Dorothy L Sayers
Continuing my quest through the Lord Peter Wimsey novels, I found a change from the increasingly slim volumes of the recently read stories to a quite substantial book by comparison. The Wimsey books are odd in that they aren't simply detective stories, but often seem to be looking at an angle or area of life as well. This time, in addition to Wimsey (who, in my opinion. no longer has enough funny one-liners) and Bunter (who doesn't get to reveal his hidden Jeeves-like talents sufficiently) haring through East Anglia, we also become very competently immersed in the life and history of a village; in bell-ringing (an activity which, I discovered some years ago in another book, is a deep and lifelong compulsion of dense mathematical complexity for some people); in the difficulty and engineering necessities of life in the Fens in the first part of the 20th Century. And there's a mystery which gradually unravels throughout (I realised who did it about a fifth from the end, but I suspect only because Sayers' clever idea has been pinched on a number of occasions since).
So...well worth reading.
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