One morning legendary wit Dorothy Parker discovers someone under Manhattan's famed Algonquin Round Table. A little early for a passed out drunk, isn't it? But he's not dead drunk, just dead. When a charming writer from Mississippi named Billy Faulkner becomes a suspect in the murder, Dorothy decides to dabble in a little detective work, enlisting her literary cohorts.
It's up to the Algonquins to outwit the true culprit-preferably before cocktail hour-and before the clever killer turns the tables on them.
I was really looking forward to this one, but I didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I would. The writing seemed a bit manic to me, as if it were more important to the author to pack in the witticisms (which were really good, btw) than it was to write a thoughtful story. The result felt a bit shallow to me - more shallow than the time/place called for. I didn't hate the book, but I found myself skimming over enough of it that I'm not sure if I'll read the next one or not. Will depend on the size of my TBR pile I suppose. :)
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