Gratuit avec l’offre d'essai
Écouter avec l’offre
-
Death Goes on Skis
- A Miriam Birdeye Mystery
- Lu par : Eilidh Beaton
- Durée : 12 h et 8 min
Impossible d'ajouter des articles
Échec de l’élimination de la liste d'envies.
Impossible de suivre le podcast
Impossible de ne plus suivre le podcast
Death Goes on Skis
Acheter pour 19,58 €
Aucun moyen de paiement n'est renseigné par défaut.
Désolés ! Le mode de paiement sélectionné n'est pas autorisé pour cette vente.
Vous êtes membre Amazon Prime ?
Bénéficiez automatiquement de 2 livres audio offerts.Bonne écoute !
Ces titres pourraient vous intéresser
Description
Miriam Birdseye is daring, brilliant - and a long way from The Ivy. Our dashing heroine, a famous revue artist, takes to the slopes with her coterie of admirers. Champagne flows and wherever Miriam goes she leaves a trail of gossip in her wake.
Fellow ski-resort guests include the celebrated Russian ex-ballerina Natasha Nevkorina, whose beauty is matched only by her languor, Natasha's burly husband, nightclub owner Johnny DuVivien, and the wealthy Flahertés, a family that has made its money importing scents: handsome playboy Barney, his wife, Regan, their two obnoxious children and the governess Rosalie. Unbeknownst to Regan, Barney's mistress, a film star, is also there with her husband.
When secrets start to unravel, tensions rise and soon amateur sleuths Miriam and Natasha have not one but two murders to solve. In the hands of Nancy Spain, for whom farce and humour are a lot more fun than a conventional detective novel, the result is a deliciously wild ride.
Commentaires
"Her detective novels are hilarious - less about detecting than delighting, with absurd farce and a wonderful turn of phrase. Nancy Spain was bold, she was brave, she was funny, she was feisty. I owe her a great deal." (Sandi Toksvig)
"An either intense or sombre approach to crime is to Miss Spain foreign: in her world an inspired craziness rules. Her wit, her zest, her outrageousness, and the colloquial stylishness of her writing are quite her own." (Elizabeth Bowen)