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Charlie Baxter non è mai stato un uomo di successo. Sì, è popolare con le donne, ma non è quel che si dice un festaiolo. Un uomo senza pretese, ecco cos'è. Ha persino fatto un pasticcio con la sua "morte". Infatti, avendo quasi esaurito l'eredità che gli aveva lasciato una vecchia zia, ha programmato di stipulare un'assicurazione sulla vita e poi "morire". Ma ha trascurato di considerare tutte le implicazioni del suo macabro schema. E non ha fatto i conti con l'esistenza di gente più intelligente di lui - a cominciare dalla compagnia di assicurazione.
E poi c'è sua moglie, Vera, che ha i suoi propri piani...
E poi c'è sua moglie, Vera, che ha i suoi propri piani...
- GenresMystery
222 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1935
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Ethel Lina White
126 books105 followersEthel Lina White was a British crime writer, best known for her novel The Wheel Spins (1936), on which the Alfred Hitchcock film, The Lady Vanishes (1938), was based, and Some Must Watch (1933), on which the film The Spiral Staircase (1946) was based.
Born in Abergavenny, Monmouthshire, Wales, in 1876, White started writing as a child, contributing essays and poems to children's papers. Later she began to write short stories, but it was some years before she wrote books.
She left employment in a government job working for the Ministry of Pensions in order to pursue writing. Her writing was to make her one of the best known crime writers in Britain and the USA during the 1930s and '40s.
Her first three works, published between 1927 and 1930, were mainstream novels. Her first crime novel, published in 1931, was Put Out the Light. Although she has now faded into obscurity, in her day she was as well known as such writers like Dorothy L. Sayers and Agatha Christie.
She died in London in 1944 aged 68. Her works have enjoyed a revival in recent years with a stage adaptation of The Lady Vanishes touring the UK in 2001 and the BBC broadcast of an abridged version on BBC Radio 4 as well as a TV adaptation by the BBC in 2013.
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Born in Abergavenny, Monmouthshire, Wales, in 1876, White started writing as a child, contributing essays and poems to children's papers. Later she began to write short stories, but it was some years before she wrote books.
She left employment in a government job working for the Ministry of Pensions in order to pursue writing. Her writing was to make her one of the best known crime writers in Britain and the USA during the 1930s and '40s.
Her first three works, published between 1927 and 1930, were mainstream novels. Her first crime novel, published in 1931, was Put Out the Light. Although she has now faded into obscurity, in her day she was as well known as such writers like Dorothy L. Sayers and Agatha Christie.
She died in London in 1944 aged 68. Her works have enjoyed a revival in recent years with a stage adaptation of The Lady Vanishes touring the UK in 2001 and the BBC broadcast of an abridged version on BBC Radio 4 as well as a TV adaptation by the BBC in 2013.
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December 19, 2024
The First Time He Died is a mystery novel written by Ethel Lina White, who is becoming one of my favorite authors, published in 1935. This has got to be one of the strangest mystery novels I've ever read because there's not much of a mystery to it. Anyone who can read the big words on the front of the novel knows that "he" died twice, and that's pretty much the plot. Charlie Baxter, soon to be known as Chester Beaverbrook, after all, if you go to all the trouble to die and then be alive again, you might as well get yourself a new name, is about to die. The poor guy, you would think dying once would be hard enough, but twice? As for the first time:
NEARLY every one in the small town of Starminster was sorry to hear of Charlie Baxter's death. He was popular with women, while men invariably called him a "decent little chap"—a curious inaccuracy, since he was well over medium height.
A gentle unassuming nature, he stole out of life as unobtrusively as he left a party—when he nodded farewell to his host and slipped away, without any one knowing that he had gone. At the time flu was epidemic. One day, some one mentioned casually that he was ill. The next bit of news was a thunderclap in the billiard-room at the Grapes.
"Poor Baxter's passed out."
There was a chorus of "Poor chap," for Charlie's slate was clean. He paid his bills, subscribed modestly to local charities, and listened to golf stories. Did the usual things, while his game was always a trifle below the standard of his opponent; the drinks were inevitably on him, but he was a cheerful loser.
Everyone liked Charlie it seems, they didn't feel the same about his wife though;
"Damn mistake if they had that old fool Dubarry to attend him," he said savagely. "Another doctor might have pulled him through."
"Mrs. Baxter swears by him," remarked a masculine gossip.
"She would."
The company grunted assent. It was an established fact that Dr. Dubarry had the brains of a stewed mushroom, and allowed nothing to interfere with his personal pleasure; but it had to be admitted in his favour that he had almost entirely ceased to practise, and only took on a case after personal persuasion.
When the matrons of the town heard of Charlie Baxter's death they added a rider to the verdict of medical inefficiency. They hinted that Vera Baxter might have been too casual in her treatment of the patient. Heads were shaken and tongues wagged.
"He always waited on her. It would be a change for her to wait on him. A pity they did not have a trained nurse."
"But Dr. Dubarry said she was wonderful," observed a more charitable tongue.
"He would. She's a pretty woman."
No one liked Vera Baxter. Except the doctor I guess. Vera is slim and pretty, so the town calls her smart and decorative, she is young, but the town says she has shrewd blue eyes. Things like that, and they really don't like the third person living in the house, Puggie Williams. Why anyone would choose the name of Puggie I don't know. I'm assuming his parents didn't name him that, so if he doesn't want to be known by his real name a stand out name like Puggie isn't the one I would pick. Maybe John, or Jim, or Bill, you get the idea. As for Puggie:
He had been a fixture there for several months and was a man of mystery. He wore old well-cut clothes with distinction and his voice betrayed breeding; but he had the red-veined mashed face of a hard drinker, and when he remembered to forget his origin, his manners were appalling.
It was evident, however, that he had begun life in a different social sphere from that of his friends, and had probably met them, when he was sliding down the ladder and they were climbing up, so had clung round their necks, as ballast.
He appeared to be on excellent terms with Charlie and a real friendship seemed to exist between the three. Vera ordered him about as much as she dominated her gentle husband, for she was the type who expected men to be doormats. All the same, the town could not accept Puggie, in connection with Vera, because of his sex.
If we ever find out the reason he is living with them, I can't remember it. Everyone is sad about Charlie, the women because he was an excellent dancer, he would dance with stout matrons, spinsters, and schoolgirls. As for Vera, she danced with Puggie. And so all of the town is sad to see Charles go, except for Vera and Puggie, who are seen by one of the spinsters, laughing while sitting in their kitchen. Then the flowers start arriving, and they find out how much Charlie was loved, and Charlie, who is sitting at the kitchen table while all this is going on, is touched by the love they had for him.
You see, the Baxters had one rich relative—a widowed aunt—whom Charlie was on good terms with. At her death, the family was astonished to learn that Charlie, the member of the family no one would have anything to do with, was the sole member to receive a legacy. While the money lasted, Charlie and Vera had a wonderful time, going to all the right places, Vera in furs and pearls. Then the money ran out and they had to come up with a new way to get money, working apparently was not on the list. It was Puggie that suggested the insurance fraud, so they moved to a small town where no one knew them, rented a small collage, bought some insurance from a local agent, assuring Vera of five thousand pounds at his death. Then two installments into the payments, he died. Poor Charlie, poor Vera, poor Puggie even. Now they nearly starve before they get their money, if they ever do, in fact nothing goes the way they planned it, and from this point on the book took a turn I wasn't expecting. Charlie not only loses his name by dying, but he loses himself and I start seeing Chester isn't the same as Charlie was, and the change isn't for the better and going along with the insurance scam doesn't make you a wonderful person in the first place. But now they once again need money so a second insurance fraud is needed and you'll have to read the book to find out if they manage to get away with this one. I'm on to the next one, but I have to fix the lights in my one village first. Happy reading.
NEARLY every one in the small town of Starminster was sorry to hear of Charlie Baxter's death. He was popular with women, while men invariably called him a "decent little chap"—a curious inaccuracy, since he was well over medium height.
A gentle unassuming nature, he stole out of life as unobtrusively as he left a party—when he nodded farewell to his host and slipped away, without any one knowing that he had gone. At the time flu was epidemic. One day, some one mentioned casually that he was ill. The next bit of news was a thunderclap in the billiard-room at the Grapes.
"Poor Baxter's passed out."
There was a chorus of "Poor chap," for Charlie's slate was clean. He paid his bills, subscribed modestly to local charities, and listened to golf stories. Did the usual things, while his game was always a trifle below the standard of his opponent; the drinks were inevitably on him, but he was a cheerful loser.
Everyone liked Charlie it seems, they didn't feel the same about his wife though;
"Damn mistake if they had that old fool Dubarry to attend him," he said savagely. "Another doctor might have pulled him through."
"Mrs. Baxter swears by him," remarked a masculine gossip.
"She would."
The company grunted assent. It was an established fact that Dr. Dubarry had the brains of a stewed mushroom, and allowed nothing to interfere with his personal pleasure; but it had to be admitted in his favour that he had almost entirely ceased to practise, and only took on a case after personal persuasion.
When the matrons of the town heard of Charlie Baxter's death they added a rider to the verdict of medical inefficiency. They hinted that Vera Baxter might have been too casual in her treatment of the patient. Heads were shaken and tongues wagged.
"He always waited on her. It would be a change for her to wait on him. A pity they did not have a trained nurse."
"But Dr. Dubarry said she was wonderful," observed a more charitable tongue.
"He would. She's a pretty woman."
No one liked Vera Baxter. Except the doctor I guess. Vera is slim and pretty, so the town calls her smart and decorative, she is young, but the town says she has shrewd blue eyes. Things like that, and they really don't like the third person living in the house, Puggie Williams. Why anyone would choose the name of Puggie I don't know. I'm assuming his parents didn't name him that, so if he doesn't want to be known by his real name a stand out name like Puggie isn't the one I would pick. Maybe John, or Jim, or Bill, you get the idea. As for Puggie:
He had been a fixture there for several months and was a man of mystery. He wore old well-cut clothes with distinction and his voice betrayed breeding; but he had the red-veined mashed face of a hard drinker, and when he remembered to forget his origin, his manners were appalling.
It was evident, however, that he had begun life in a different social sphere from that of his friends, and had probably met them, when he was sliding down the ladder and they were climbing up, so had clung round their necks, as ballast.
He appeared to be on excellent terms with Charlie and a real friendship seemed to exist between the three. Vera ordered him about as much as she dominated her gentle husband, for she was the type who expected men to be doormats. All the same, the town could not accept Puggie, in connection with Vera, because of his sex.
If we ever find out the reason he is living with them, I can't remember it. Everyone is sad about Charlie, the women because he was an excellent dancer, he would dance with stout matrons, spinsters, and schoolgirls. As for Vera, she danced with Puggie. And so all of the town is sad to see Charles go, except for Vera and Puggie, who are seen by one of the spinsters, laughing while sitting in their kitchen. Then the flowers start arriving, and they find out how much Charlie was loved, and Charlie, who is sitting at the kitchen table while all this is going on, is touched by the love they had for him.
You see, the Baxters had one rich relative—a widowed aunt—whom Charlie was on good terms with. At her death, the family was astonished to learn that Charlie, the member of the family no one would have anything to do with, was the sole member to receive a legacy. While the money lasted, Charlie and Vera had a wonderful time, going to all the right places, Vera in furs and pearls. Then the money ran out and they had to come up with a new way to get money, working apparently was not on the list. It was Puggie that suggested the insurance fraud, so they moved to a small town where no one knew them, rented a small collage, bought some insurance from a local agent, assuring Vera of five thousand pounds at his death. Then two installments into the payments, he died. Poor Charlie, poor Vera, poor Puggie even. Now they nearly starve before they get their money, if they ever do, in fact nothing goes the way they planned it, and from this point on the book took a turn I wasn't expecting. Charlie not only loses his name by dying, but he loses himself and I start seeing Chester isn't the same as Charlie was, and the change isn't for the better and going along with the insurance scam doesn't make you a wonderful person in the first place. But now they once again need money so a second insurance fraud is needed and you'll have to read the book to find out if they manage to get away with this one. I'm on to the next one, but I have to fix the lights in my one village first. Happy reading.
April 9, 2019
Premetto che questo libro l'ho voluto leggere in quanto in una scena del film Fantozzi del 1975 Paolo Villaggio rincorre il treno in partenza per consegnare il giallo Mondadori alla contessa, il titolo fittizio è "l'albicocco al curaro", non riuscendo a darle il libro la contessa lo rimprovera dicendo "mi dica almeno il nome dell'assassino!?!"... Dylan Chesterton Junior.
Questo nome nella storia non c'è e nemmeno il titolo è quello reale, dall'inquadratura si vede la copertina e di conseguenza gli amanti dei film di Villaggio sono partiti alla ricerca del giallo Mondadori trovandolo subito. Sapendo che Villaggio non lasciava nulla al caso, nei suoi film ci sono sempre dei particolari ricercati e solo dopo diverse visioni ci si accorge del messaggio che suggeriva, ho voluto leggere questa storia che mi è piaciuta moltissimo, non è un giallo, è un racconto sagace, ironico e intelligente.
C'è un filo conduttore di velata ironia che rende quasi surreale un racconto che potrebbe esser vero, ma talmente sciocco che potrebbe non esserlo. Non so come mai sia finito tra i gialli, non saprei in che categoria metterlo, forse tra "i Balzac" o forse proprio tra i "Fantozzi".
Questo nome nella storia non c'è e nemmeno il titolo è quello reale, dall'inquadratura si vede la copertina e di conseguenza gli amanti dei film di Villaggio sono partiti alla ricerca del giallo Mondadori trovandolo subito. Sapendo che Villaggio non lasciava nulla al caso, nei suoi film ci sono sempre dei particolari ricercati e solo dopo diverse visioni ci si accorge del messaggio che suggeriva, ho voluto leggere questa storia che mi è piaciuta moltissimo, non è un giallo, è un racconto sagace, ironico e intelligente.
C'è un filo conduttore di velata ironia che rende quasi surreale un racconto che potrebbe esser vero, ma talmente sciocco che potrebbe non esserlo. Non so come mai sia finito tra i gialli, non saprei in che categoria metterlo, forse tra "i Balzac" o forse proprio tra i "Fantozzi".
May 29, 2025
La lectura de “La primera vez que murió” nos lleva de viaje a la tranquila ciudad de Starminster. Allí, Vera y Charlie Baxter elaboran un intrépido plan: fingir la muerte de Charlie para cobrar un lucrativo seguro de vida y desaparecer del mundo que lo rodea. Lo que parecía una estafa perfecta pronto se va a convertir en una trama llena de peligros inesperados y sorpresas. Es a partir de ese instante cuando el plan trae consigo una nueva personalidad en nuestro protagonista. De repente, Charlie deja de estar bajo las ordenanzas de su mujer Vera, dejando atrás su lado más sumiso, para convertirse en un hombre arrogante, obstinado y egocéntrico, y lo es hasta tal punto que todos los errores que comete durante la trama van a hacer que el plan no sea tan perfecto como parecía.
Ante esa premisa inicial, he de reconocer que la novela era muy atrayente para mí y no me ha defraudado en absoluto. Es cierto que previamente creas algo en tu cabeza sobre el devenir de la historia y eso puede ser un arma de doble filo en el lector, básicamente porque ese es tan solo el punto de lanza para una historia que va cogiendo otras vicisitudes. También era muy tentador el hecho de leer por primera vez a Ethel Lina White, considerada por muchos una de las grandes exponentes del thriller psicológico y comparada con otras autoras más contemporáneas, algunas como Agatha Christie o Dorothy Sayers. Mi plan, sumado al de nuestro protagonista Charlie, era redondo.
En este caso, estamos ante una novela que se publicó originalmente en el año 1935, tan solo nueve años antes de la muerte de la escritora. Y es cierto que eso es uno de los grandes hándicaps del libro, ya no de la trama que, en mi opinión, está muy bien enlazada y ejecutada, pero sí del estilo narrativo de la autora. Se nota que todo se sucede en una época lejana, con ciertos aires de historia y nostalgia, pero combinada de manera magistral con buenas dosis de misterio, intriga y humor negro.
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De un ritmo narrativo medio, la novela nos ofrece una trama que va avanzando de manera intrigante y llevando al lector a la profundidad de sus personajes hasta ofrecernos una interesante reflexión final que gira entorno a la propia identidad, a la desconfianza, al autoengaño y a la supervivencia, siempre por encima de todo.
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Para acabar, y en líneas generales, estamos ante una novela que atrapa al lector y engancha y, aunque es cierto que tiene tramos más lentos y tranquilos y que hacen de su lectura algo más pesada , creo que nadie podía prever lo que termina pasando en el último episodio. El final es impensable, potente, emotivo y muy bueno, tanto que termina dándole al libro una nota final bastante alta. Una lectura recomendable, sin duda, y que he disfrutado mucho.
Ante esa premisa inicial, he de reconocer que la novela era muy atrayente para mí y no me ha defraudado en absoluto. Es cierto que previamente creas algo en tu cabeza sobre el devenir de la historia y eso puede ser un arma de doble filo en el lector, básicamente porque ese es tan solo el punto de lanza para una historia que va cogiendo otras vicisitudes. También era muy tentador el hecho de leer por primera vez a Ethel Lina White, considerada por muchos una de las grandes exponentes del thriller psicológico y comparada con otras autoras más contemporáneas, algunas como Agatha Christie o Dorothy Sayers. Mi plan, sumado al de nuestro protagonista Charlie, era redondo.
En este caso, estamos ante una novela que se publicó originalmente en el año 1935, tan solo nueve años antes de la muerte de la escritora. Y es cierto que eso es uno de los grandes hándicaps del libro, ya no de la trama que, en mi opinión, está muy bien enlazada y ejecutada, pero sí del estilo narrativo de la autora. Se nota que todo se sucede en una época lejana, con ciertos aires de historia y nostalgia, pero combinada de manera magistral con buenas dosis de misterio, intriga y humor negro.
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De un ritmo narrativo medio, la novela nos ofrece una trama que va avanzando de manera intrigante y llevando al lector a la profundidad de sus personajes hasta ofrecernos una interesante reflexión final que gira entorno a la propia identidad, a la desconfianza, al autoengaño y a la supervivencia, siempre por encima de todo.
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Para acabar, y en líneas generales, estamos ante una novela que atrapa al lector y engancha y, aunque es cierto que tiene tramos más lentos y tranquilos y que hacen de su lectura algo más pesada , creo que nadie podía prever lo que termina pasando en el último episodio. El final es impensable, potente, emotivo y muy bueno, tanto que termina dándole al libro una nota final bastante alta. Una lectura recomendable, sin duda, y que he disfrutado mucho.
November 4, 2018
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May 19, 2025
Nota: 3.5 sobre 5
Premisa:
Vera y Charlie tienen un plan que consideran infalible: fingir la muerte de Charlie, cobrar la indemnización del seguro y comenzar una nueva vida muy lejos de allí. Lo que no estaba previsto es el cambio que va a sufrir el falso difunto al comprobar la libertad que se adquiere a través del anonimato.
Opinión:
La premisa de este libro fue un absoluto reclamo para mí. No me digáis porqué, pero el hecho de escuchar "muerte falsa" y "estafa" en la misma frase me pareció garantía de ser una historia interesante con giros y enredos prometedores. Además, el hecho de que la novela esté escrita en 1935 aporta matices interesantes a nivel de estilo narrativo y de contextualización histórica.
Eso sí, me he llevado una sorpresa mayúscula porque la idea que yo tenía respecto a la dirección que iba a seguir el argumento estaba totalmente equivocada. Mi cabeza decidió maquinar por su cuenta y riesgo y dibujó un camino muy claro: estafa, tensión, enredos personales, persecución, final con toque de drama. Un croquis perfecto, ¿verdad?
No aprendo, porque es algo que suelo hacer siempre de manera involuntaria. Leo el comienzo del libro y me dibujo un trayecto potencial. En este caso el conductor del vehículo se desvió profundamente, y la historia termina poniendo en cuestión los cambios personales, la búsqueda de la propia identidad, las limitaciones que proporcionan las relaciones interpersonales o la vinculación moral con el deber entre otras cuestiones. Un argumento con mucho más calado a nivel humano que el que yo había imaginado.
Es curioso, porque este giro argumental encaja mucho más con mis gustos que la temática que tanto me atrajo en un primer momento. Y es verdad que lo que más he disfrutado de la novela son precisamente las cuestiones que se ponen en tela de juicio y la evolución de los personajes a lo largo del desarrollo de la trama. Pero no puedo evitar resaltar mi falta de conexión con el ritmo narrativo que se imprimía en aquellos años. Entiendo que es una cuestión cultural y del momento histórico, pero estoy acostumbrada a seguir historias con un ritmo más ágil y directo.
Debido a ello, he tenido una experiencia lectora algo variable. Mi atención fluctuaba dependiendo del fragmento que estuviese leyendo. y aunque el interés global siempre lo he mantenido, han habido determinados momentos en los que considero que la historia se vuelve algo repetitiva o que suceden cosas que no aportan demasiado al argumento. Aún así, me quedo con la sorpresa que me ha dado, el trasfondo que refleja.
Premisa:
Vera y Charlie tienen un plan que consideran infalible: fingir la muerte de Charlie, cobrar la indemnización del seguro y comenzar una nueva vida muy lejos de allí. Lo que no estaba previsto es el cambio que va a sufrir el falso difunto al comprobar la libertad que se adquiere a través del anonimato.
Opinión:
La premisa de este libro fue un absoluto reclamo para mí. No me digáis porqué, pero el hecho de escuchar "muerte falsa" y "estafa" en la misma frase me pareció garantía de ser una historia interesante con giros y enredos prometedores. Además, el hecho de que la novela esté escrita en 1935 aporta matices interesantes a nivel de estilo narrativo y de contextualización histórica.
Eso sí, me he llevado una sorpresa mayúscula porque la idea que yo tenía respecto a la dirección que iba a seguir el argumento estaba totalmente equivocada. Mi cabeza decidió maquinar por su cuenta y riesgo y dibujó un camino muy claro: estafa, tensión, enredos personales, persecución, final con toque de drama. Un croquis perfecto, ¿verdad?
No aprendo, porque es algo que suelo hacer siempre de manera involuntaria. Leo el comienzo del libro y me dibujo un trayecto potencial. En este caso el conductor del vehículo se desvió profundamente, y la historia termina poniendo en cuestión los cambios personales, la búsqueda de la propia identidad, las limitaciones que proporcionan las relaciones interpersonales o la vinculación moral con el deber entre otras cuestiones. Un argumento con mucho más calado a nivel humano que el que yo había imaginado.
Es curioso, porque este giro argumental encaja mucho más con mis gustos que la temática que tanto me atrajo en un primer momento. Y es verdad que lo que más he disfrutado de la novela son precisamente las cuestiones que se ponen en tela de juicio y la evolución de los personajes a lo largo del desarrollo de la trama. Pero no puedo evitar resaltar mi falta de conexión con el ritmo narrativo que se imprimía en aquellos años. Entiendo que es una cuestión cultural y del momento histórico, pero estoy acostumbrada a seguir historias con un ritmo más ágil y directo.
Debido a ello, he tenido una experiencia lectora algo variable. Mi atención fluctuaba dependiendo del fragmento que estuviese leyendo. y aunque el interés global siempre lo he mantenido, han habido determinados momentos en los que considero que la historia se vuelve algo repetitiva o que suceden cosas que no aportan demasiado al argumento. Aún así, me quedo con la sorpresa que me ha dado, el trasfondo que refleja.
September 15, 2025
Ok, that's three winners in a row for this author. I'm officially mad at everyone I know and the internet for somehow not tipping me off to how fun these books are and how current the author's voice/style remains.
This one features a lovable-ish bunch of nincompoops who are trying to swindle the insurance company by pretending they died. Shockingly, their inability to stick to the plan gets in the way and there's a fair amount of collateral damage. I feel like this one could have been or could still be a fun little movie.
This one features a lovable-ish bunch of nincompoops who are trying to swindle the insurance company by pretending they died. Shockingly, their inability to stick to the plan gets in the way and there's a fair amount of collateral damage. I feel like this one could have been or could still be a fun little movie.
September 27, 2023
Ethel Lina White has definitely become one of my favourite authors. The First Time He Died (1935) is a bit different from her usual style: the main character is male, rather than female, and there is more of a humorous edge. But her writing is typically excellent. This novel follows the story of a man who fakes his death to claim insurance money, but things don't go according to plan. The characters develop in interesting ways, and different details come together for an unexpected ending.
September 6, 2021
Nu e rea cartea, deși subiectul e un pic banal și slab dezvoltat. Salvează situația în cazul dat Vera, o femeie incredibil de deșteaptă.
“Ca de obicei, bărbații au lăsat-o pe ea să rezolve problema.”
“Ca de obicei, bărbații au lăsat-o pe ea să rezolve problema.”
November 17, 2017
The plot was interesting, but I wasn't drawn to the characters, or the style of writing. It could be that this was because it was written in the 1930's.
August 9, 2022
Great fun. Old fashioned, gentle crime comedy.
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