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A review by tien
Bring The Monkey by Miles Franklin
3.0
I love the monkey’s name: Percy Macacus Rhesus y Osterley - it’s two times longer than my name, so pretentious... *shake my head*
A classic whodunit novel set in an English country house filled with a movie star dripping in jewels, love affair, a murder, a maid who is not a maid, and a cheeky monkey.
By the synopsis, I thought Zarl is the main character / narrator but she’s not. The narrator (no name, unless I completely missed it!) is Zarl’s friend – the “maid”. Intelligent and observant in all sorts of circumstances, will her qualities assist her in solving this mystery?
It was an easy read though it was a little bit confusing at the beginning due to the language but once you got into it, it was a breeze. Near the end, I thought this would be one of those ‘un-solved’ mystery and then... I was stabbed – completely thoroughly stabbed in the back.
My favourite part:
“...I must have a monkey to keep me from doddering into a complete stodge.”
“A monkey would hasten that,” I contended. “You’ve seen those old women with poodles – can’t tell the women from the poodles – pathetic derelicts – ugh! A monkey would do that for you – only more so.”
A classic whodunit novel set in an English country house filled with a movie star dripping in jewels, love affair, a murder, a maid who is not a maid, and a cheeky monkey.
By the synopsis, I thought Zarl is the main character / narrator but she’s not. The narrator (no name, unless I completely missed it!) is Zarl’s friend – the “maid”. Intelligent and observant in all sorts of circumstances, will her qualities assist her in solving this mystery?
It was an easy read though it was a little bit confusing at the beginning due to the language but once you got into it, it was a breeze. Near the end, I thought this would be one of those ‘un-solved’ mystery and then... I was stabbed – completely thoroughly stabbed in the back.
My favourite part:
“...I must have a monkey to keep me from doddering into a complete stodge.”
“A monkey would hasten that,” I contended. “You’ve seen those old women with poodles – can’t tell the women from the poodles – pathetic derelicts – ugh! A monkey would do that for you – only more so.”