Gaudy Night (1935)
Blurb:
My review:
When
I first
read Gaudy Night at the age of
thirteen, I found it extremely dull and pompous, stuffed with
pretentious
conversation and without a murder; above all, it was (shudder!) a
romance, and
hence only suited for sex-starved females of dubious intellectual
capacity. Eight years later, older,
wiser and intellectually more mature, I am able to recognise it for
what it is:
very long, very talky, and very, very good.
It scores full marks as both a novel and a detective story. The whole story is nearly all seen from the
perspective of Harriet Vane (apart from a few brief scenes from
Wimsey’s), who
has returned to