I grew up on Agatha Christie, and this was like a little
return trip to the genteel English world of the simple village life of yesteryear with the vicar and his
wife, the local nobleman in his treasure home, an erudite detective with a
European accent and a sidekick, and a double (maybe triple) murder. If it all sounds derivative, it’s meant
to. The Christie-like story is
sandwiched within the more modern tale of its publishing, and the sudden and
perplexing suicide of its author, or is it murder?
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The UK cover actually has a magpie on it! |
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