This mixes a touch of gallows humor and some sharp social commentary into to a cleverly plotted Golden Age mystery. What starts out as an inquiry into the time of death for an unfortunate member of the exclusive Bellona Club becomes a twisty-turny, complex whodunnit that never bogs down. I’m giving all the credit to amateur sleuth Lord Peter Wimsey and his non-stop banter with a large cast of quirky characters but the post Great War setting plays a large part in it too. I'm hoping for more of Wimsey's gentleman's gentleman Bunter in the next entry. ( )

I dunno why I only gave it three stars the first time round! I thoroughly enjoyed it, and appreciated that it basically reads like a personal apology for Unnatural Death, as well as setting the groundwork for Strong Poison.

It's a very pleasing mystery, one-part puzzle box and two-parts psychological study, which centers, as many of Sayers' works do, on the intersections of love, gender, and money. In this case, the story is told against the backdrop of the Lost Generation and veteran culture in post-WWI Britain. The plotting is much tighter than any of Sayers' previous mysteries, and she does some interesting, subtle things with point-of-view that I think are emblematic of her strengths as a writer. The plot hinges on (mis)evaluations of character, and when the truth comes into focus, it's so satisfying.

Sayers also pokes a bit at the relationship between criminal justice and moral justice, which is a concern of her books that I hadn't fully appreciated before. The ending, which I'd remembered as simply grim, is actually one of many examples in Sayers' work of extrajudicial justice, in this case a compromise between the machinery of law and the flawed code of masculine honor.

We also meet the inimitable Marjorie Phelps, who is such a delight. One of this book's central questions is essentially the dull rom-com query "Can men and women be friends?" or as Sayers more intelligently posed it, "Are women human?" While the book wants to give Peter a cookie for answering yes, frankly it's 1928 and he can probably have his cookie. Peter is such a frustrating character - he code-switches continually; he is a "smiling public man" who facetiously(?) says all manner of sexist and racist crap in order to manipulate his audience. But here, as with his interactions with Miss Climpton, Peter Shows Up For Women and it's pretty great.

Faults: the murderer isn't terribly interesting, the text is kinder to some of its characters than a modern reader would be (although Horrors of War and all that), and the two-page epilogue is unnecessary. Still, I liked this a whole lot and am willing to argue that it's Sayers' first really great detective novel (to the extent that I am qualified to evaluate such things). ( )

Another quality Wimsey mystery. Not stunning but a great and highly enjoyable golden age mystery. Wimsey sometimes hides what exactly he's thinking but is generally pretty explicit about what's made him think about stuff - there are no clues hidden and you can work it out yourself. It's very of its time but that's a lot of the charm - the details of the period are fascinating in and of themselves. It deals with some heady issues (as if murder isn't heady enough, I guess) around stuff like PTSD - I mean it's not really talked about in depth or anything but war and the effects of it crop up a bunch of times, which is interesting. ( )

Re-reading the Wimsey stories from beginning to end. ( )

En esta ocasión, la astucia y la obsesión por los detalles del detective más elegante de Inglaterra se pondrán al servicio de un enigma aparentemente insoluble: estamos en uno de los clubs frecuentados por el propio lord Peter, el Bellona, donde de pronto muere el nonagenario general Fentiman. Los detalles del fallecimiento, y en especial la hora exacta en que cesó de latir su corazón, serán decisivos para determinar quién se queda con la sustanciosa herencia que dejan él y su hermana, lady Dormer, muerta extrañamente ese día, casi al mismo tiempo.