Morris Duckworth seems at first merely a shallow Englishman abroad; harmless but obsessed with all things Italian, including the women. He has in fact murdered his wife Mimi, married her sister and developed an obsession with his dead spouse that leads him to converse lovingly with her for hours on the phone and even to see her face in paintings of the Virgin Mary. Despite his homicidal behaviour, he remains a man who prides himself on his appearance and his lack of prejudice, even going so far as to employ homeless immigrants. This, of course, has less to do with the goodness of his heart and more with the depth of his pockets. This charitable frame of mind is not enough to prevent a string of further deaths and disasters. These surreal twists of the plot bring him regularly into contact with the zealous investigator Fendtsteig, whose icy demeanour strikes a terror into the heart of Morris that even Mimi's loving whispers cannot always dissipate. Mimi's ghost is often bizarre, frequently hilarious and could never be accused of being dull. Just when you think that the plot cannot contort itself any further, it does. Parks' vivid imagination has produced a brilliant novel, well deserving of its comparison to Tarantino.