Characters were silly, story was silly and I really thought the detective should have taken up another career.
It's difficult to believe that an MIT graduate who can build a Time Machine has only one friend in his entire life - a mean spirited moron who can barely tie his own shoes, but can build an atomic bomb in 4545 when no one knows how to do anything - who cares what happened to any of them.
I had difficulty reading Cloud Atlas - tried three times and gave up, so thought I would try the embryonic effort. The writing is excellent, the characters, with some exception, are not developed enough to care about, and some are so shallow, one does not want to care about them - I thought I would try to give this book a fair read. As with many male authors, the female characters are victims or pathetic or unlikeable or unfathomable - while the story has some historical accuracy, in some instances, the knee jerk pace of the story telling makes it a struggle to even remained interested. The Irish/US vignette is ridiculous. The one character with a conscience is a spirit, the rest seem to wander around as monsters of their Id, with few exceptions.
A contemporary indictment of the British tabloid mentality in the press and the paparazzi, is the backdrop to a larger theme of self indulgence, extreme and sudden wealth, and a plethora of characters who live in the moment in catering to the insatiable demands of a society which lives vicariously. This is a setting for a death of a famous model, a damaged detective who is greater than the sum of his parts, and his skills in finding the truth, in dogged investigation of the discounted and overlooked.
Much like a skillful deposition, this novel, carefully moves from the basic, "Who are you," and "Where do you live," opening questions of a very good interrogator, into seeming innocuous questions of apparent little import, until the pieces begin to fit together and a true picture of actual events and participants begins to reveal the facts.
The author has proven that the ability to develop a plot which demands the reader continue, and characters who are well drawn, was not limited to one genre, and one is eager to follow their development for good or evil.
Well written and well plotted, most of the characters in this book have little conscience or redeeming qualities.. Perhaps, I've met too many like-minded individuals in my professional career, as those in this novel, and as such, I found them as distasteful as characters in a book as clients in a legal field, and I am not be able to recommend the book as entertaining, unless of course, one tends to enjoy saying, "Oh, there you are again, I thought I was done with you and your ilk."
I am often easily bored with novels, but this one was not only well written, but it's plot was so intriguing that I found myself neglecting everything I needed to do, to keep listening to try to find out, if I would be able to dismiss this, with a "Oh, I know where this is going," and put it down, so I could go about my business.
Fascinating characters which are well drawn.
I would highly recommend this book to those who are jaundiced with formulae plots, and want to be kept guessing.
Unlike many of the other reviewers, in my opinion David Thorpe makes the characters live. His ability to create both male and female roles, who one recognizes without having to refer back to their names, is indeed an art. I often think that Americans have great difficulty with accents other than a broad American accent and actually cannot understand some narrators, especially if the narrator is familiar with regional accents in his own country.
It continues to be interesting to pick out Allingham's personal opinions put into the mouths of her characters. Such as the one in which she describes a fog settling on London for days, sufficiently unpleasant enough to make contemporary Londoners wonder why their ancestors insisted own building a city in a swamp - which may make Americans, who live and visit Washington, D.C., also wonder if there was a DNA requirement for the Colonists to want to build their capital in a swamp
Sometimes Allinghams characters are so foolish as to make me to lose patience with them, such as the Vicar, but, then, he may very well represent many of the foolish we also meet today, so one just has to take a deep breath and hope he doesn't do any more harm than he does.
This is not one of her best plots but it is still entertaining and I continue to be hooked on Campion and his friends and relatives.
Characters are well drawn, but it is of the genre that after you read one or two, it's just fine, you don't need to read this format over and over and over. Lesser Jane Austin also rans.
The convoluted plot.
Many of Wentworth's damsels in distress might deserve to be thrown off cliffs, buried in a chasm or drowned in a tidal pool, because they seem to have no frontal lobes and lack foreseeability, but with that caveat, I find that she has enough variety in her plots to make me keep listening.
I quite enjoy Diana Bishop's performances. She keeps me coming back to hear more.
Not all witches ride a broom.
One has to keep in mind that many of Patricia Wentworth's young female love interests, have the survival instincts of a lemming, but the rest of the characters are quite fascinating, and I just when I think I know where the story is going, Wentworth likes to make a sharp right turn.
I would recommend this to people who like stories about police trying to solve a crime. Has the right amount of action for males, and enough story for those who believe a book should have a plot.
I really enjoy Simon Prebble's performance of this book. In fact, I often look up the books of which he is the narrator, just to listen to his performance.
Neither laugh nor cry, but I enjoyed it.
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