The violin is not my favourite musical instrument so a murder mystery set around the Italian world of such fiddles did not suggest to me that this would be much to my taste.
How wrong was I? This is a delightful novel full of charm yet within there is the need to solve the crime of just who did kill one of a group of elderly friends and why. Obviously, a violin is involved in the subplot but no matter one's views, the violin on this occasion rises to the challenge beautifully,
I do know now much more about the instrument, the hugely talented luthiers and similarly talented collectors, though perhaps not the same sort of talent. I know, too, much more about Cremona.
The book has a gentle pace, interspersed with scary moments as two of the friendly quartet set about solving the case. It's a delightful journey toing and froing between Italy and England, drinking a good many bottles of wine and yet, managing ultimately to source the answers. It made a very welcome change from my usual foray into the blood and guts of the current thrillers, so I shall make every effort to read another of Paul Adam's novels; possibly, next time, not involving the vioiln.