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5.0 out of 5 stars
A Mystery with Appeal/ An Investigator with Class, May 22, 2000
This review is from: Death on a Silver Tray: A Beau Brummell Mystery (Beau Brummell Mysteries) (Hardcover)
Tired of the same old thing? Looking for an investigator you can't get enough of, a scintillating plot and incredible atmosphere? Pick up this book. It's got it all. I admit I've become jaded with conventional mysteries. Puzzling out the answer isn't enough. I've longed for a really good book set in an interesting time period-- one I can just sit back and immerse myself in without looking at the clock every fifteen minutes and wondering if the author will ever get around to actually having something happen. Well, folks, this is the book. Stevens' portrayal of Beau Brummell as Regency Detective is magnificent. Her presentation of the time in which he lived deftly and accurately done. And there's not one character in here that you don't come to know intimately. No cardboard cutouts for Ms. Stevens. Not a one! I will admit that I solved the mystery-- but only at the exact same time that Brummell did. A terrific read. I'm in love Beau, the incomparable, Brummell just as I always have been with Sherlock, the audacious, Holmes. Three cheers, Ms. Stevens! You've made my day.
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
The best-dressed sleuth in any historical mystery series!, June 3, 2000
This review is from: Death on a Silver Tray: A Beau Brummell Mystery (Beau Brummell Mysteries) (Hardcover)
And the cleverest! Rosemary Stevens has gotten Beau Brummell's "voice" down beautifully---just as I'd imagined he would sound and just as I'd imagined he would behave. The Beau, arbiter of Regency fashion and things social, admirer of beauty in all forms (from women to Sevres porcelain), is drawn into a murder investigation by his dear, treasured friend Freddie, the Duchess of York. He comes through admirably, and the identity of the murderer is a real surprise, nicely done. Stevens has other good characters with Robinson, Brummell's valet, his crony Petersham, and the Lavenders, father and daughter, respectively a Bow Street investigator and the founder of a home for fallen women. And Chakkri, the Siamese cat, is beyond description: the feline equivalent of George Bryan "Beau" Brummell. A delicious book! I will be looking forward eagerly for the next installment. Fans of the Jane Austen mysteries will, I predict, flock to this new Regency sleuth. Brummell as detective is just a fabulous idea.
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5 of 5 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Hang it all, it's too cute not to LOVE . . ., March 10, 2001
This review is from: Death on a Silver Tray: A Beau Brummell Mystery (Beau Brummell Mysteries) (Hardcover)
Look, if I can love this blasted little romp, ANYONE cat, er, can. And I'm not a cat person, but that's beside the point . . . DEATH ON A SILVER TRAY is written in the First Person. You need to appreciate that because it extracts a certain effect which works irritatingly well (or did on me) in spite of the fact that I generally detest the presence of the writer inserting himself into my story, and am even less inspired to become engaged in a murder plot that can't even take itself seriously. But I think the narrative voice chosen (supported in no small measure by an imperiously ambivalent Siamese cat) is, ironically, what makes the book work so well. Chagrined as I am to say this, one sits down to this book examining a plate of chocolate sweets. And discovers only after the fact that they have just consumed an excellent, satisfying meal that will stay with them. The vanity of the narrator is so ubiquitous that the pace of the story rushes behind like an excitable hairstylist with a pair of scissors. Brummel's vanity knows no shame! and the effrontery of his appealing to your sympathies in the First Person is riotously funny. You'll discover yourself bonding with Brummel even as you hate yourself for doing it. Even the cat is lifelike and soft. You'll . . . you'll want one dammit. There is the deceased, of course. Something of an afterthought squeezed between the latest fashionable sedan wood and, er, cat dander. I laughed so hard at choice points throughout this book I found myself turning to the back sleeve incredulously, wondering how the author could have earned my respect in spite of myself. I found myself saying, "This confounded, damnable little book . . . why can't I put it down? It's useless. I can't even take it seriously." And that, dear friends, is precisely the point. Read this book when you've been sad. Let the book make you laugh. And with any luck you'll be laughing at yourself in the end. There's a bit of Brummel in all of us, hang it all. Skye
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