“Marry, this is miching mallecho; it means mischief.” – Shakespeare.
And so it was. And Inspector Appleby arrives to find a man dead on the stage of a private production of Hamlet. What does it mean? Why? Why in those circumstances. Is it spies or a very private sort of revenge?
I loved this book. It starts slow, and I wish I’d re-read Hamlet before hand, but when Appleby arrives en scene, the book becomes compelling.
This is my sort of mystery. Very cerebral, very puzzle driven, where the clues are scarce on the ground and the only way to solve it is by deep thinking.
Definitely continuing this series!
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