*** 3.75 ***
We have to start with the indisputable fact - this book was written in 1934! Depression era United States. If you, like me, are a fan of that era's black and white mystery movies and radio serials, you know exactly what you are in for. This is a very typical example of the times. Think Holmes and Dr. Watson but in New York. Also, our Holmes, Nero Wolf, is a very heavy, mostly homebound, eccentric gentleman who has a passion for Lilies, and our Watson, Archie, is not a doctor at all, but a scrappy young man, who is the quintessential American of his time, brash, brassy, and despite his humble circumstances, able to feel like a consequential person with good self esteem and always up for a challenge. Archie is the eyes and legs for Wolf, doing all of the field work and gathering evidence, while Nero is the brains of the operation. They seem to have figured out how to work in perfect harmony, and we are introduced to them when a lady from Italian descent comes to them and ask for help to locate her brother. Nero takes the case and soon discovers it is more complicated than it looks.
I read the book with some friends, and I was not surprised that some of the socially acceptable jargon of the time, and some of the mores, were off-putting to some of them... I totally understand and agree, that this casual bigotry toward Italians or those of Latin origins, is not acceptable now, nor was it ever OK. But I didn't feel like the author promoted the attitude, and also I think it is easy for us to judge from our position in 2020, while for him it was not an affectation, but the time he lived in. No matter how much we wish things in history could have been the way we wish them to have been, they were what they were... Overall, I didn't find it offensive personally, but just a heads up. I had fun reading it, and some of the choices the author took were totally different from what I thought would happen in my head, so this made me excited to read even more of the series. Looking forward to it 🐱