After reading Burglar in the Library and Burglar in the Rye, I was all set to start filling my bookshelves with Bernie Rhodenbarr adventures. Giddy with glee at receiving the latest Burglar on the Prowl, I took it on holiday to lap up, poolside and immerse myself in the fun and frolics. Unfortunately, I couldn't have been more disappointed.
The plot was not only thin and far-reaching but Bernie seemed to be keeping so much of the info to himself, that he must have had a gang of invisible pixies doing the work for him. The usual quirky reparty between Bernie and Carolyn had mutated into the sort of slapstick banter that you expect a tap dancing number to follow, complete with waving hands. The story failed to sparkle and seemed to need a lucky dip of subplots to keep any interest alive. I closed the book a little bemused and alot more disappointed.
From now on, I'll be reaching for the back catalogue for some vintage Bernie and leave the new adventures to mature.