This book is kind of impressively bad. It’s impressive in the sense that it’s just obviously not a good novel and is difficult to read as a consequence of audacious of author choices that are done for a purpose, and are clearly part of that purpose but otherwise are not fun, good, or interesting to read. Let me explain. This is a satirical detective novel lampooning 1920s and 1930s estate manor mysteries like Agatha Christie or Dorothy Sayers. It’s from 1933 and so it’s early […]