The story - about a village rector whose congregation seems to suffer some appalling luck - moves along nicely and kept me wanting more. The books just don't add up and he has evidence pointing to Otis. The cover may have some limited signs of wear but the pages are clean, intact and the spine remains undamaged. You just want to keep in the middle of it all. Too late: Sinful hands are already steering the rector's extravagant yacht toward a new congregation in another hemisphere.
Dust Jacket Condition: Fine Unclipped. The church is full every meeting and chairs have been added to the back of the church. Everyone loves him; he has a great sense of humor, and really enjoys being a parish priest. . He just has this problem of killing people who might reveal any one of several secrets he has.
It is a one-off novel, not featuring any of his regular detectives and is also not a traditional whodunit. He won a competition with his first crime fiction novel, Wobble to Death, and has never looked back, with his numerous books winning and being shortlisted for nearly all the prizes in the international crime writing world. This means that th The Reaper by Peter Lovesey Well I have to hand it to Peter Lovesey for this one. Twists and turns of plot aside, what For me, Peter Lovesey is at his best when he indulges in blackly humorous satire of detective novel conventions. The book is not, in my estimation, a mystery, though that is where I found it at my local booksellers.
When he tells Otis that he must leave the church, and has already printed a form for Otis to resign, Otis grabbed a heavy copy of St. From United Kingdom to U. It makes me want to seek out other Lovesey titles - if they're anything like The Reaper and, before that in my reading, Keystone, I should be pretty happy. Fine clean tight book in fine unclipped jacket. A good read for those shallow moments. The church is full every meeting and chairs have been added to the back of the church.
Will local busybodies be able to convince the authorities that Otis Joy is truly an psychopathic serial killer? What the citizens of Foxford don't realise, though, is that their beloved parish priest is a murderer. Peter Lovesey amply demonstrates that he is the acknowledged master of the whodunnit in this deliciously complicated and satisfying mystery. And in a way, he is. Its truly despicable villain is the Reverend Otis Joy, Rector of St. Lovesey's novel tells in straight-faced fashion how the vicar deals with potential threats to his social position. A murderous clergyman wreaks havoc in a quiet village, despite his tendency to eliminate those who inconvenience his larcenous pillaging of church funds, he is a charming fellow and very good for local church attendance. I started this book at 8am and finished it at 8pm the same day, only stopping when my eyes needed a rest.
Peter Lovesey amply demonstrates that he is the acknowledged master of the whodunnit in this deliciously complicated and satisfying mystery. But we never find out the motivation behind any of Joy's killings, nor ultimately how he feels about anyone with whom he interacts. When the bishop gets suspicious of Joy's channelling of church funds into his own bank account, Joy kills him - after all, such a trifling misdemeanour should not prevent him from carrying out his duties. Otis Joy is an unbelievably interesting character -- a charismatic minister who is also a calm and very creative serial killer. Peter Lovesey is a brilliant author, I have read books from all his different series and the stand alone novels too and there hasn't been a bad one yet. The main characters aren't finely drawn -- it's as if the author or editor chopped off the usual introductory first chapter. Joy likes to have a good time, and to do so requires a steady source of money.
His other books over twenty of them include 'Rough Cider' and 'The Vault' - also well worth space on your bookshelf. I liked it so much, in fact, that I went ahead and bought four more Lovesey books the first couple of books in two of his series. And he really is a great parish priest. I still really enjoyed it. The many plot twists, especially the one at the end are well planned and executed oops, wrong word. That almost never happens to me - as a matter of fact, I can't think of the last time I've been so consistently surprised by a storyteller. This was not one of the Helen Murin series.
With a devilish plot, Lovesey encourages the reader to sympathize with the Rector Joy who only seeks an ordered life. No obvious damage to the cover, with the dust jacket if applicable included for hard covers. The story - about a village rector whose congregation seems to suffer some appalling luck - moves along nicely and kept me wanting more. The first chapter shows him murdering Bishop Glastonbury, and the subsequent disposal of the body. There really isn't such an anchor in this book. What the citizens of Foxford don't realise is that their beloved parish priest is a murderer. If you're in the mood for a cozy but want something a little different, I recommend it.
Nevertheless, 'The Reaper' earned Peter Lovesey the Cartier Diamond Dagger award and should not be missed. However, he did write three novels under the pen name Peter Lear. Only a few books have the ability to hook me as quickly and as securely as this one did. The book keeps its omniscient narrator style, or switc This was a fascinating mystery, with the unusual twist of knowing exactly who the killer was at the beginning of the book. What the citizens of Foxford don't realise, though, is that their beloved parish priest is a murderer. The Reaper belongs to that very special crime genre where humour meets murder. It is a one-off novel, not featuring any of his regular detectives and is also not a traditional whodunit.
Just all in good fun, nothing serious. © Koplowitz 2009 This book does not have a serial detective, but it does involve murder most foul and a frightening protagonist. About this Item: Little Brown, London, 2000. In this novel, he manages suspense expertly; you know what's happening from the beginning but that doesn't matter. He drove to Somerset, bought a copy of Men Only, used the Visa credit card to call a sex line, wrote a suicide note, drove to a quarry and pushed the body off.