Excellently crafted novel riddled with laughs and of course the crime of the century and I will wager you won't work out what it was until you read it even though the clues are there.
This is set in 1929 England and features Rusty MacDonald, a private investigator who is hired to oversee the payment of a ransom for a kidnapped heiress. But little is as it seems.
I found this book very hard going. It’s full of long, meandering sentences which you need to reread at least once to grasp the meaning. It’s meant to be a spoof of classic detective novels but it’s not that funny.
I got about 1/3 of the way through this one and decided that I really didn't need to continue reading a novel that regularly threatened to put me to sleep. On top of that, nearly the whole first chapter of the book and regularly sprinkled throughout the narrative were passages where our intrepid(?) detective whined about how he wasn't a first class detective. I decided it was all too much (and too little) for me.