
The Butterfly Man
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Humphrey Bower
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Heather Rose
À propos de cette écoute
On November 7, 1974, a young English nanny named Sandra Rivett was murdered in London's West End. Her employer, Lord Lucan, was named as her attacker. It was widely assumed he had mistaken her for his wife. Lord Lucan disappeared the night Sandra
Rivett died and has not been seen since.
Henry Kennedy lives on a mountain on the other side of the world. He is not who he says he is. Is he a murderer, or a man who can never clear his name? And is he the only one with something to hide?
Set in Tasmania, Africa and London's Belgravia, The Butterfly Man is an absorbing novel about transformation and deception.
©2005 Heather Rose (P)2006 Bolinda Publishing Pty Ltd
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Avis de l'équipe
Humphrey Bower delivers a poignant performance of Heather Rose’s riveting crime novel The Butterfly Man, which is inspired by a true story. On November 7, 1974, Sandra Rivett, a nanny employed by Lord Lucan, was murdered in London. The police believed Lucan mistook her for his wife, killed the young woman in cold blood, and then vanished. Novelist Rose creates an intriguing scenario: On a mountain in Tasmania lives a man who claims his name is Henry Kennedy. Is he Lord Lucan? Just what happened the night of November 7th?
Commentaires
"An intriguing take on the Lord Lucan mystery and the theme of deception." (Australian Women's Weekly)
"Rose's lyrical melding...is masterful. Intriguing as the real-life events of the Lucan story are, Rose transforms it into something far more substantial." (The Australian)
"The success of this exquisitely crafted novel is that it is difficult to remind oneself that it is a work of imagination." (The Sunday Tasmanian)