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1.0 out of 5 stars
Utter rubbish, 10 Jan. 2008
We read this for bookclub and I have to say I have no idea why this book won Best Crime Novel of the Year. Unless it was a sort of "Lifetime Achievement" award for Colin Dexter.
The book centres on Inspector Morse convalescing in hospital and reading up on a murder said to have taken place in the 1850's. At no point did I find myself caring "who did it" - rather I was side-tracked by Dexter's *constant* use of text *high lighting* and *parentheses* all of which failed to detract my attention away from Morse: the balding, overweight alcoholic who somehow managed to garner the interest of every single female character be she 20 or 60.
Dexter would have done better to buy himself a Ferrari than try to deal with middle-agedom in this pile of tripe.