It is her characteristic generosity rather than her love of animals that finds Mrs Pargeter supporting her friend Jasmine Angold at a charity reception for PhiliPussies, whose worthy aim is to rehabilitate stray cats from the Greek island of Atmos into caring English homes. But the evening is to have unexpected consequences. At the event Mrs P is taken aback to meet a woman who claims to be the sister of her late husband, the much-missed Mr Pargeter. This surprising encounter leads to unwelcome digging into past secrets, the discovery of a body in Epping Forest, an eventful trip to Greece - and unexpected danger for Mrs Pargeter.
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As a fan of the early Mrs Pargeter books, I expected sparkling, witty and entertaining. I loved Mrs Pargeter. This book is none of the above. Dull, laboured, and a feeble story.
See above. I have already abandoned the Fetherings, for the introduction of gratuitous nastiness, and I should have known better, but I had hopes of Mrs Pargeter. Very disappointed.
The narration too is not up to the standard of his other audiobooks. Simon Brett used to be a wizard with voices and characters. Not so now. The narration mainly depends on accents for differentiation, there is no change in timbre or register for the different characters, and the voices are really really dull, as also is the narrative. Lumbering, in fact.
No definitely not, for all the reasons given in other sections.
The continual leitmotiv of Mrs Pargeter's rejection of mention of her husband's crime career, (where her violet eyes become cool and distant), is not only entirely unbelievable but also endlessly repeated and endlessly irritating. The narrative is wordy, slow and dull, not at all the sharp witty style of past years. In fact the laboured narrative, and the repetition of character indicators, bear all the hallmarks of beginner's faults, which Brett patently isn't, or alternatively of utter contempt for his readers. The writing has no verve, no wit, no liveliness, and no humour except of the heaviest. It's as if he's coasting on past glories, doesn't seem to know when to give it up, or possibly views himself as a Grand Old Man of crime writing who can do no wrong..
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Pretty pedestrian escapism