Maureen Sarsfield (1899–1961)
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- Andra namn
- Heard, Maureen Kate (birth)
Pretyman, Maureen (married) - Födelsedag
- 1899
- Avled
- 1961-11-12
- Kön
- female
- Nationalitet
- UK
- Födelseort
- Hampshire, England, UK
- Dödsort
- Cork, Ireland
- Bostadsorter
- Hastings, Sussex, England, UK
- Yrken
- novelist
mystery novelist
children's book author - Kort biografi
- Maureen Sarsfield was the pen name of Maureen Kate Heard, later Maureen Pretyman, born in Hampshire, England in 1899 or 1900. In 1919, she married George Frederick Pretyman in London. She was the author of two humorous mysteries, Green December Fills the Graveyard (1945), set in a partially-bombed out country manor in the later years of World War II, later reprinted as Murder at Shots Hall; and A Dinner for None (1948), later reprinted as Murder at Beechlands. She also wrote a non-mystery novel, Gloriana (1946), and several children's books, including Queen Victoria Lost Her Crown (1946).
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- Verk
- 3
- Medlemmar
- 110
- Popularitet
- #176,729
- Betyg
- 3.4
- Recensioner
- 6
- ISBN
- 2
This book is not horrible, but it does suffer from a lot of problems that keep it from being a thoroughly enjoyable reading experience.
The worst part of this book is definitely the unappealing and lecherous character of Detective Arnoldson; he is just a disgusting and completely unnecessary component of the book that detracts substantially from the ‘coziness’ of this cozy mystery.
The descriptions of Flikka Ashley are nauseating, too; she’s so exquisitely beautiful and inscrutable that all men fall instantly head over heels in love with her the second they behold her. Um, ok. (?) Flikka is also a serial bride, so she just has to end up romantically attached at the end; when the man she wants isn’t available, she just sort of settles for the nearest guy who is. That part was so ridiculous, I actually laughed derisively out loud.
The list goes on and on: the pregnant woman who incessantly drinks alcohol, the quasi-prostitute who is endlessly playing games, the jovial policeman who is constantly making jokes in a painfully irritating dialect, the murderer who is glaringly obvious even before the murders take place, the shocking secrets that aren’t really shocking at all, the rationale for the murders that is far from rational, etc. There are just a lot of things in this book that are downright annoying.
This is Maureen Sarsfield’s first attempt at mystery writing, and it certainly shows. However, her second (& final) mystery Murder at Beechlands is vastly superior. It’s unfortunate she didn’t keep up her mystery writing because there was clearly a lot of talent and potential there.… (mer)