"Here's the Dorothy Parker of puzzle writers . . . giving extra wit in step with web page than so much writers provide in keeping with book."
In her new novel starring Philadelphia schoolteacher Amanda Pepper, Gillian Roberts once more mixes secret and mirth. This time Roberts explores Philadelphia's specific flesh and blood "historical monument"-- the Mummers, who stay (and maybe are prepared to die) for a couple of hours of glory each New Year's Day.
The well-known Mummers' Parade is an extravaganza that attracts huge, immense crowds who cheer via chattering enamel, as greater than thirty thousand clowns, string bands, and fancy brigades strut their stuff up vast road. yet this 12 months, whereas the tune blares and the Mummers dance, a reveling Pierrot unexpectedly sinks to the floor, shot dead.
Amanda is, before everything, just a horrified spectator. but if the leading suspect--her good friend and fellow instructor at Philly Prep--falsely claims to were together with her on the time of the homicide, Amanda can now not remain at the sidelines.
Is the homicide a flare-up of lethal rivalries? Is it hooked up with the disappearance, the week sooner than Christmas, of one other Mummer, the inheritor to a meat-packing relatives? Does somebody disapprove of the Mummers' feathers, sequins, and string bands? And why is not any one within the tight-knit global Amanda investigates keen to inform the reality approximately anything?
With Amanda at the scene, the who in whodunit does not remain mystery for lengthy. within the Mummers' Curse, Gillian Roberts is, as continuously, on the head of the parade.
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