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A review by robinwalter
Murder Must Advertise by Dorothy L. Sayers
mysterious
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
3.0
This one started really brightly, and promised to be a Wimsey story I actually enjoyed. By the halfway mark that promise had faded, and we were back to "Lord Peter Wimsey does everything right all all by himself all the time."
This is the sixth in the series that I have read, and I was bored witless by the time I was two thirds done.
Whimsy is a caricature, he is good at everything (as in the others, and, ew to this story, he's also omnipresent.
He is a superlative acrobatic gymnast and dives like a fish,
he drives like a demon,
only he (not the kid's useless parents) can calm his nephew,
and his senior policeman brother-in-law exists only to be attacked in Wimsey's stead and for Wimsey to correct him when he is wrong - which is every time he offers a suggestion. Wimsey turns out to be a freakishly-gifted natural born advertising copywriter genius, and is of course the best cricketer never to play for England.
He excels at everything by such a wide margin and does everything of any import in this story to the point that I really don't know why Sayers bothered writing any other characters.
That kind of one-dimensional monotonous perfection is really boring. I'm giving this book 3/5 because of its bright start and because it helped to really clarify why I infinitely prefer Campion and Alleyn from the Golden Age Queens. Those two had flaws and limitations, concepts Wimsey knows only by observing others, since he has none. Yawn.
This is the sixth in the series that I have read, and I was bored witless by the time I was two thirds done.
Whimsy is a caricature, he is good at everything (as in the others, and, ew to this story, he's also omnipresent.
He is a superlative acrobatic gymnast and dives like a fish,
he drives like a demon,
only he (not the kid's useless parents) can calm his nephew,
and his senior policeman brother-in-law exists only to be attacked in Wimsey's stead and for Wimsey to correct him when he is wrong - which is every time he offers a suggestion. Wimsey turns out to be a freakishly-gifted natural born advertising copywriter genius, and is of course the best cricketer never to play for England.
He excels at everything by such a wide margin and does everything of any import in this story to the point that I really don't know why Sayers bothered writing any other characters.
That kind of one-dimensional monotonous perfection is really boring. I'm giving this book 3/5 because of its bright start and because it helped to really clarify why I infinitely prefer Campion and Alleyn from the Golden Age Queens. Those two had flaws and limitations, concepts Wimsey knows only by observing others, since he has none. Yawn.