I am majorly unimpressed with the increasing quality and quantity of sex scenes in this series. If the purpose of the series is to provide well-written, well-plotted erudite novels along the lines of a Dorothy Sayers, I see no plot furtherance from opening the bedroom door so often and in such excruciating detail.
I also agree with the prior reviewer that there wasn't much in the way of suspense in regard to the mystery in this offering. I, too, realized early on who the murderer was, and didn't find the characterization of the person to be very compelling, either emotionally or mentally. During the build-up, the individual was more of a cypher or icon - a cardboard cutout - than a flesh-and-blood person. This remained true even after the great reveal of motive.
I have listened to all of Phryne's books, and Miss Daniels gives her usual sterling performance in this book.
Greenwood still describes with her usual élan Phryne's sets, clothing, and food. In addition, I liked the new characters, and had a good deal of empathy for them. Greenwood's hard work in research shows up quite clearly, and her prose is still lucid and lyrical.
I'm just tired of all the emphasis on both Phryne's sex life and the sex life, whether heterosexual or homosexual, of the others. I am reading these books for insight into those who survived the War and their accommodations to be able to function in the world after that horror, for the mystery, for the beauty that those with money could provide for themselves at that time in history, and the history of Australia. I genuinely like Miss Greenwood's characters, old and new, and generally enjoy her plots. I enjoy the comedy of manners, the sets, the clothes, and the food which form a continuing thread through all of these novels.
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