A review by kjcharles
The Rasp by Philip MacDonald

Gleefully implausible 1920s detective story with the full banana ridiculously elaborate tropical-fish crime. Starts off brilliantly with a ruthless newspaper editor, his superefficient Girl Friday, and a sensitve arty yet war hero upper class tec. Sadly the hero devolves into a silly ass type (he goes around talking whimsically and riffing on nursery rhymes to people who are *trying to solve the goddamn murder*, mate, bit busy to listen to you ramble on) and suffers from Lord Peter Wimsey disease, ie every second thing out of his mouth is a quotation. Still, good fun.