Oxford don and amateur sleuth Gervase Fen investigates the murder of a femme fatale in this classic detective novel. When the beautiful but dangerous actress Yseut Haskell is found shot dead in the college room of a young man who is infatuated with her, everyone is puzzled and worried; most of the actors have had a reason to get rid of her and few have alibis.
This book is the perfect entry point to discover the detective stories of Edmund Crispin, as inventive as Agatha Christie, as hilarious as P. G. Wodehouse.
Reviewed by Julie Welch in Slightly Foxed Issue 63.
Lost in the Fens
JULIE WELCH
Should you really never judge a book by its cover? Had I gone along with that dictum years ago I would not have happened upon Edmund Crispin. Shameful though it is to admit it, I was attracted not by the name of the author – unknown to me – but by a Penguin Crime jacket. Its green and cream design caught my eye at an Amnesty International book sale in the church opposite our house. Our dining-room had recently been redecorated, and I judged Frequent Hearses would, suitably displayed, tone with the colour scheme . . .
Extract from Slightly Foxed Issue 63, Autumn 2019
Lost in the Fens
Should you really never judge a book by its cover? Had I gone along with that dictum years ago I would not have happened upon Edmund Crispin. Shameful though it is to admit it, I was attracted not by...
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