An old fashioned, but ultimately ponderous, whodunit. The professor certainly seemed like a caricature of Carr's Dr. Fell and Henry Merrivale. I found the dialogue tedious and long descriptions of driving and inconsequential habits boring. The use of the spelling for the word "show" as "shew" brought me out of the tale each time it was used (which I guess I should be grateful for.) And comparing the police inspector to a Persian cat worked the first time, but by the third time, not so much. There was some little information about books and book collecting, but not enough to make it a fun read. It's main virtue is that it's relatively short.
From Back cover: Bodies in the Bookshop is filled with amusing sallies of wit, quaint and pungent observations, droll characters and rambles amoung many a volume of forgaotten lore. Crisp dialogue keeps the plot moving at top speed. After forty years, Bodies in a Bookshop is as exuberantly readable as ever, a welcome and refreshing relief from so many of today's flat and colorless mystery puzzles.
