Without the garni of humor, this is in the same mold as Dandy In Aspic--a ne plus elegant thriller of sorts about a private...

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ECHOES OF CELANDINE

Without the garni of humor, this is in the same mold as Dandy In Aspic--a ne plus elegant thriller of sorts about a private assassin, Jay Mallory, who makes James Bond seem like a slob (""I am going to take a long bath in horse-chestnut essence and open a bottle of Glenlivet""). It is also full of rarefied referrals which slide, easily to be sure, in and out of his search for Celandine, his errant wife. Weary, misanthropic, sterile and stale, Mallory has just been commissioned to kill Feather, who in actuality turns out to be the very rich man Deverell who is the husband of his hostess for a weekend. And of course Celandine's lover. . . . Essentially, like Dandy, a highly ornamental and sophisticated affair which is also a loose-wristed sleight of hand fingering the niceties of life--and death.

Pub Date: Aug. 1, 1970

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Viking

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 1970

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