Peter Lovesey - the dean of English mystery novelists - remains as ingenious as ever in Beau Death
A case that has all the ingredients of a first-rate mystery. Peter Lovesey rarely puts a foot wrong
'Lovesey moves from one dexterously nested puzzle to the next with all the confidence of a magician'
'One of Lovesey's cleverest . . . full of his trademark wry humour'
Beau Death is a doozy . . . Lovesey seems to have outdone himself with the labyrinthine maze of multiple murders and mysterious conundrums
It's a mystery that could easily be played for farce, but Lovesey employs his dry, caustic humor to cutting effect
Astonishingly convincing and inventive
Witty, stylish and a bit of a rogue - that's what people said about Richard Nash, known as Beau, the notorious dandy who transformed the English city of Bath into 'the 18th-century equivalent of Vegas'. The same might be said of Peter Lovesey, whose elegant mysteries pay tribute to the past glories of this beautiful city
'This is a mystery story complete with clues and red herrings; it is also a crash course in 18th-century manners. All very enjoyable'
'You won't want to put it down'
Peter Lovesey's characterisation, humour, and plotting are key, and I'm glad to report that these elements are here in abundance
Peter Lovesey is one author who can grab me on the title page . . . he's very, very good and knows his Bath history inside out . . . This is a great puzzle plot that will keep you guessing. Just what Lovesey does best
'There's plenty of suspense here - action too - all told in Lovesey's effortlessly elegant manner'
'If you like your police procedurals intriguing, solid and well-written, Lovesey's your man'
The book, I am happy to say, is as tightly plotted and absorbing as the best of Lovesey's long-running series
Peter Lovesey has a knack - to borrow a phrase from the Roman philosopher Seneca - for grabbing readers by the lapels and leading or dragging them on, willy-nilly, through a maze of blind-corner surprises and unexpected plot twists . . . it's hard to imagine a more pleasurable way to read away the long hours of a quiet, wintry night