The third book in the much-loved Hamish Macbeth series from the author of the bestselling Agatha Raisin series
The most hated man in the most dour town in Scotland is sleeping with the fishes, orâ??more accuratelyâ??has been dumped into a tank filled with crustaceans. All that remains of the murdered victim are his bones. But once the lobsters have been shipped off to Britain's best restaurants, the whole affair quickly lands on the plate of Constable Hamish Macbeth.
Exiled to the dreary outpost of Cnothan, Macbeth sorely misses his beloved Lochdubh, but before he can head back home he has to contend with a detective chief inspector who wants the murder hushed up, a dark-haired lassie who is out to seduce him, and a killer who has made mincemeat of his last victimâ??and will no doubt strike ag… (más)
I had a little more trouble getting into this one than some of the others. The town where Hamish was temporarily transferred was indeed claustrophobic and depressing.
But that was the main point about the village of Cnothan.
Plus this featured one of the most unusual murders I’ve ever read about. Ha.
In order to keep to the trend, I’ve gone backwards instead of forwards with this series. I completed book 4 recently, and then decided to read book 3. I know, I’m crazy to go backwards, but it really was not an issue as this book was not set in the same town. Worked out perfectly for me.
Hamish is set to another town to fill in while the regular police officer had a well deserved holiday. But, of course, things go wrong as soon as Hamish turns up. Yet, there is a upturn of events for Hamish in other areas (wink, wink, say no more).
This storyline was a little more twisted, and I didn’t like the townspeople much. I don’t have much more to say other than I would read more books in the series. ( )
This book just flew by! Shaun Grindell was a new narrator for the Hamish Macbeth for me. I think I prefer Grahame Malcolm, but Mr Grindell did a fine job. Great accent! A nice cozy read. Typical Hamish Macbeth. ( )
See, the happy moron, He doesn't give a damn, I wish I were a moron, My God! perhaps I am! -Anonymous
(From Death of an Outsider p 19)
There's one parish church for all the people, whatsoever may be their ranks in life or their degrees, Except for one damp, small, dark, freezing cold, little Methodist chapel of ease, And close by the churchyard there's a stonemason's yard, that when the time os seasonable. Will furnish with afflictions sore and marble urns and cherubim's very low and reasonable. -Thomas Wood
(From Death of an Outsiderp43)
How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species- -D.H. Lawrence
(From Death of an Outsiderp 63)
Ah! Who has seen the mailed lobster rise. -John Hookham Frere
(From Death of an Outsiderp 83)
What makes life dreary is the want of motive. -George Eliot
Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you their, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me. -Hames Henry Leigh Hunt
(From Death of an Outsiderp 130)
While Titan was grinding rose madder His model was posed on a ladder, Her position to Titan Suggested coition So he dashed up the ladder and had her. -Anonymos
(From Death of an Outsiderp 155)
Loaf, as I have loafed aforetime, Through the streets with tranquil mind, And a long-backed fancy-mongrel Trailing casually behind. -C.S. Calverley
(From Death of an Outsiderp 173)
Truth will come to light; murder connote be hid long. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â -William Shalespeare
Constable Hamish Macbeth sat in the small country bus that was bearing him away from Lochdubh -- away from the west coast of Sutherland, away from his police-station home.
The third book in the much-loved Hamish Macbeth series from the author of the bestselling Agatha Raisin series
The most hated man in the most dour town in Scotland is sleeping with the fishes, orâ??more accuratelyâ??has been dumped into a tank filled with crustaceans. All that remains of the murdered victim are his bones. But once the lobsters have been shipped off to Britain's best restaurants, the whole affair quickly lands on the plate of Constable Hamish Macbeth.
Exiled to the dreary outpost of Cnothan, Macbeth sorely misses his beloved Lochdubh, but before he can head back home he has to contend with a detective chief inspector who wants the murder hushed up, a dark-haired lassie who is out to seduce him, and a killer who has made mincemeat of his last victimâ??and will no doubt strike ag
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