Anthony Wynne (1882–1963)
Författare till Murder of a Lady
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Särskiljningsinformation:
(eng) Robert McNair Wilson used the nom-de-plume Anthony Wynne when writing crime fiction. These works are combined here.
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Verk av Anthony Wynne
Lord Northcliffe,: A study 2 exemplar
Napoleon, the portrait of a king 1 exemplar
Death out of Night (Dr. Hailey, #17) 1 exemplar
The defeat of debt;: Being an account of the world-wide and secret battle which, on June 6th, 1935, ended in the… (1935) 1 exemplar
The Cyprian Bees {short story} 1 exemplar
Doctor's progress;: Some reminiscences, 1 exemplar
Pygmalion or: The Doctor of the Future 1 exemplar
Associerade verk
SLEUTHS: TWENTY-THREE GREAT DETECTIVES OF FICTION AND THEIR BEST STORIES. (1931) — Bidragsgivare — 6 exemplar
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- Namn enligt folkbokföringen
- Wilson, Robert McNair
- Andra namn
- Wynne, Anthony (nom-de-plume)
- Födelsedag
- 1882-05-22
- Avled
- 1963-11-29
- Kön
- male
- Nationalitet
- UK
- Utbildning
- University of Glasgow
- Yrken
- physician
- Organisationer
- The Times (Medical Correspondent, 1914 - 1942)
Liberal Party - Särskiljningsnotis
- Robert McNair Wilson used the nom-de-plume Anthony Wynne when writing crime fiction. These works are combined here.
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Statistik
- Verk
- 50
- Även av
- 9
- Medlemmar
- 454
- Popularitet
- #54,064
- Betyg
- 3.6
- Recensioner
- 16
- ISBN
- 22
- Språk
- 5
The amateur sleuth in Murder of a Lady, Dr Hailey, is a bland non-entity whose detective approach relies heavily on building up psychological portraits of the suspects. But those portraits are dubious, at best. It's one of the real weaknesses of this book that Anthony Wynne's characters are bundles of stereotypical oddities (arising out of such original assumptions as "Ladies, amirite!"; "This is the Innate Soul of the Scottish Highlander!") whose motivations and reactions to events often struck me as unconvincing.
The other real weakness of the book is the resolution. The whodunnit of this book is reasonably easy to figure out, by process of elimination if nothing else. I can put up with that in a locked-room mystery, when the intellectual satisfaction comes so much from seeing if you can work out howdunnit before the detective does.
The howdunnit here, however, is utterly implausible in everything from timing to physics. The big reveal shouldn't make me choke with incredulity as I'm drinking my morning cuppa. Imagine me à la David Rose from Schitt's Creek declaring "I refuse! Not doing that!"… (mer)