June 23, 2014
Raise a glass, if you would, in bittersweet birthday wishes to Kate Ross, author of the lovely “Julian Kestrel” series. On the Saturday just past, Ross would have been 58 years old, but – as she knew too well – “Whom the gods love, die young.” Ross succumbed to cancer sixteen years ago. We are delighted to say that we will soon be making an exciting announcement about the Kestrel series, but for the moment, please take this chance to introduce yourself to the books, if you don’t know them. Ross’s genius notion was to transpose all the hallmarks of the classic “gentleman sleuth” mystery to England’s Regency era, so it’s like being given the chance to read the exploits of Peter Wimsey’s great-grandfather, as picky about the starch in his cravat as he is about solving crimes. This week, a discount on Whom the Gods Love, the third (and my favorite) in the series, about a young man given every gift imaginable except a long life in which to enjoy them. And don’t you just love the painting on the cover, of a fellow almost drunk on self-adoration?