Every once in a while I read a book that has good "bones" but is so full of side issues I feel that it's bizarre.
The bones: At its heart, it's a murder mystery. Man found dead, police determine it's a homicide. One of the suspects is also a writer who investigates. Add a group of suspects that could be from a "camp" Agatha Christie book. Lots of interactions and a grande finale.
The bizarre part is that it's written in English with all the trendiness of the late 50s/early 60s. Everyone is a "cat" and lots of other cool things. Also everyone smokes and drinks.
Not for everyone. Lots of innuendo with swinger and gay themes.
I thought it was okay, a slog at the start, then once I got the hang of the language, a page turner.
The bones: At its heart, it's a murder mystery. Man found dead, police determine it's a homicide. One of the suspects is also a writer who investigates. Add a group of suspects that could be from a "camp" Agatha Christie book. Lots of interactions and a grande finale.
The bizarre part is that it's written in English with all the trendiness of the late 50s/early 60s. Everyone is a "cat" and lots of other cool things. Also everyone smokes and drinks.
Not for everyone. Lots of innuendo with swinger and gay themes.
I thought it was okay, a slog at the start, then once I got the hang of the language, a page turner.

Times have changed in the last 40 years, so not many readers -- staid or not -- will be that shocked. Amused, probably, though. It's not for all tastes, but Baxt has a certain style and joy in his writing that is infectious. Nothing deep, but fun.