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...party for the 25th anniversary of Masterpiece Theatre at the British Embassy, the guests scarfed up all the salmon and ignored the filet. Is succumbing to the Mad-Cow Scare any way to treat the folks who brought us The Jewel in the Crown, Lord Peter Wimsey and House of Cards? Buck up and pass the meat...
...always ask if Dalgleish will rendez-vous with Cordelia Gray, James' female private-eye, but James refuses to comment on any possible future entanglements. She also denies any personal attachment to the Commander, pooh-poohing parallels to Dorothy Sayer's well-known infatuation with her own detective, Lord Peter Wimsey...
Forget the 18 Prime Ministers, Wellingtons, Pitts and Walpoles: any school that is the ostensible alma mater of James Bond, Tarzan and Lord Peter Wimsey has clearly made a contribution to the world. And the quirkiness of Eton College ensures that it still seems to belong less to life than to Lewis Carroll fiction. The boys wear coats with tails, the teachers are called beaks, and both parties greet one another on the street by simply raising a single index finger. The prefects who sweep into classrooms, gowns billowing, to summon boys to see the headmaster are known as praepostors...
...that Dorothy Sayers wrote well," remarked Edmund Wilson in "Who Cares Who Killed Roger Ackroyd?" "But, really, she does not write very well: it is simply that she is more consciously literary than most of the other detective story writers . . ." Despite Wilson's judgment, Sayers and Lord Peter Wimsey, her witty sleuth, have become two of the most beloved figures in detective fiction. An engaging mix of upper-class sang-froid and Sherlockian intellect, Wimsey set new standards in highbrow snooping. As viewers of the PBS series can testify, only Wimsey would drive a Daimler to the scene...
...husband's-is clear, serviceable prose, less careless than Agatha Christie's and less precious than Dorothy Sayers'. It must be said, though, that Mr. Campion began life in The Black Dudley Murder (1928) in unblushing imitation of Sayers' rococo creation, Lord Peter Wimsey. Both were lean, languid young noblemen who spoke in the high whine that Waugh classified as the British upper class baying for broken glass. Both concealed great skill and cunning behind a facade of graceful, gratuitous vagueness...