Another gutsy performance by Mary Russell!
Riviera Gold (Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes #16)
by Laurie R. King
Before my eyes Mary Russell, investigator, intellectual/prodigy, wife and partner to Sherlocke Holmes, a derring do sailor (despite her dislike of sailing), art critic and avenging angel sails into Monte Carlo without Holmes. Of course she's never sure when, or if, Holmes will join her. Is already there, or off somewhere else?
Mary sails off from Venice with the Hon. Terry and gang, and after twenty-two days of hard work and avoiding sea sickness she arrives in Monte Carlo.
Mrs Hudson, now Clara not Clarissa, has left the Holmes abode. The last Mary heard (whilst in Venice) was that she'd been seen in Monte Carlo.
When Mary does see her, Mrs. Hudson is at a beach party with some of Mary's new and reasonably wealthy, avant garde friends, she's lending a hand minding the children.
All I can say to King is, "What did you do with Mrs Hudson?" Last I saw of her was in "The Murder of Mary Russell" leaving the Holmes' residence for--maybe Monte Carlo.
And now here's a new or rather evolving chapter in Mrs. Hudson's life, along with Mary and Holmes. Gone is the housekeeper. Now we have an older, more elegantly dressed woman, and as it turns out, a close friend of Lily Langtree.
This is a time charged with artists, arms dealers, old scores to be settled, smugglers, White Russians and more against the background of the Mediterranean.
It seems Mrs. Hudson touches all these concerns in some way or another. What is her end game? Well that's completely shrouded in mystery.
When Holmes arrives, he finds things have moved quickly and when Mary is threatened he moves like lightning.
I was glued. Throughout there is a feel of the giddy times of the 1920's--1925 to be exact.
Picasso turns up and there's a nod given I felt to his future works, in the descriptions of the scenes Mary and the group saw en route to a metal foundry for a pouring for bronze sculptures.
"Picasso would stand for a moment in admiration, then return to the conversation—leaving one with the conviction that the flowers, the boys, the shadow had been etched into his visual memory forever."
This was another cracker of a read!
A Random House - Ballantine ARC via NetGalley
*****
by Laurie R. King
Before my eyes Mary Russell, investigator, intellectual/prodigy, wife and partner to Sherlocke Holmes, a derring do sailor (despite her dislike of sailing), art critic and avenging angel sails into Monte Carlo without Holmes. Of course she's never sure when, or if, Holmes will join her. Is already there, or off somewhere else?
Mary sails off from Venice with the Hon. Terry and gang, and after twenty-two days of hard work and avoiding sea sickness she arrives in Monte Carlo.
Mrs Hudson, now Clara not Clarissa, has left the Holmes abode. The last Mary heard (whilst in Venice) was that she'd been seen in Monte Carlo.
When Mary does see her, Mrs. Hudson is at a beach party with some of Mary's new and reasonably wealthy, avant garde friends, she's lending a hand minding the children.
All I can say to King is, "What did you do with Mrs Hudson?" Last I saw of her was in "The Murder of Mary Russell" leaving the Holmes' residence for--maybe Monte Carlo.
And now here's a new or rather evolving chapter in Mrs. Hudson's life, along with Mary and Holmes. Gone is the housekeeper. Now we have an older, more elegantly dressed woman, and as it turns out, a close friend of Lily Langtree.
This is a time charged with artists, arms dealers, old scores to be settled, smugglers, White Russians and more against the background of the Mediterranean.
It seems Mrs. Hudson touches all these concerns in some way or another. What is her end game? Well that's completely shrouded in mystery.
When Holmes arrives, he finds things have moved quickly and when Mary is threatened he moves like lightning.
I was glued. Throughout there is a feel of the giddy times of the 1920's--1925 to be exact.
Picasso turns up and there's a nod given I felt to his future works, in the descriptions of the scenes Mary and the group saw en route to a metal foundry for a pouring for bronze sculptures.
"Picasso would stand for a moment in admiration, then return to the conversation—leaving one with the conviction that the flowers, the boys, the shadow had been etched into his visual memory forever."
This was another cracker of a read!
A Random House - Ballantine ARC via NetGalley
*****
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