The War is over, but only just, and San Francisco is still crammed with military uniforms. Of course, being San Francisco, it’s also crammed with Bohemians (in a few years, they’ll be known as Beatniks). Noel Bruce straddles both camps: By day she’s a straight-laced driver for the Navy, but at night she lets her hair down and parties with her flamboyant art-school chums. The party comes to a screeching halt, however, when a dead body turns up in a sculptor’s studio, and the artists discover that pretentious mannerisms and amusing facial hair provide little defense against the chill of fear. As in Skeleton Key
, the heroine is a working woman, and, like all of Offord’s novels, My True Love Lies
provides an intriguing bridge between old-fashioned, 1930s-style plotting and a kind of feminism that feels startlingly up-to-date.
"Mrs. Offord with each book entrenches herself more firmly as one of our leading feminine mystery novelists...There is always a reasonable plot backed by warm characters, and above all, intelligent writing"—Dorothy B. Hughes
Who's likely to like this: Fans of Margery Allingham
2017 • Fiction/Mystery • 240 pages • ISBN: 9781631940965