The Cornish Coast Murder by John Bude

 The weather can be variable in Cornwall in August, but at least you are not lying dead in your home with a bullet through your forehead. Julius Tregarthan of Boscawen village is, however, and Reverend Dodd is determined to find out whodunit. From the title onwards, The Cornish Murder Mystery has the air of a slightly more grown…

The Day Of The Jackal by Frederick Forsyth

 I love Freddy Forsyth. Not his novels, but him: contrary, well-informed, opinionated, intelligent, hard to pigeonhole politically (Margaret Thatcher adored him but that’s not really his fault) and good value on TV. Anyway, a question: can a novel be over-researched? The answer, in the case of The Day Of The Jackal, is sometimes. I don’t really care if…

More Fool Me by Stephen Fry

 I have finished reading the third volume* of autobiography by Stephen Fry. To sum up, Stephen loves footnotes, initials (e.g. SF) and cocaine°. * Three volumes of autobiography? Really? There are perfectly serviceable single-volume lives of Napoleon and Churchill – a point which SF, sensible chap, admittedly makes himself. ° The ‘Groucho-Club-excess’ days of the late 1980s…