Thursday, August 1, 2019

The Cask by Freeman Wills Crofts

Early post World War one, London dockworkers are unloading a shipment of French wine. One of the casks of wine is dropped spilling bit of its contents. Not wine. But sawdust (ok, maybe packing material), gold coins, and alarmingly, a female corpse. The import company and the local police start tracking the cargo back to Paris  . . . and I put it down.

The premise was promising. Turns out this is the republication of the original l924 copyright. Now I like 'historical fiction', but I guess what I like is a modern author trying to paint a picture of the past. Not so much to read a book actually written at that time. All I could see in my mind's eye were the all they trite stereotype of the ramrod stiff Brit and the formal dialog we associate with the time. Couldn't get past all that.

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