Another episode in the rosy life of Mma Ramotswe. Like all the others it is
naive, quaint, quirky, mildly funny, and immerses itself in the tiny nuances of
life in Botswana. The series has grown on me like the TV programme Last of the
Summer Wine: at first refreshing and funny, then plain silly, then worn and
tired like the OAPs who get the most joy out of it. More to the point, this
book is boring.
The lady detective is asked to scout out four suitors for a rich lady, to
ascertain if they only want her for the money. Two are discretely interviewed,
but then it turns out that the whole thing was a waste of time as the woman has
already made up her mind. As a backdrop, a pushy friend arranges for the
detective to marry her long-standing fiance, who spends most of the book
fretting over a parachute jump (which is eventually taken by one of his
apprentices) and a quarrel with a local (rival) garage.
Yawn. |
