There  was nothing conventional about Nancy Spain, and there’s nothing conventional about ‘Death Goes On Skis’. It’s funny, observant, and unexpected. It’s a book of it’s time and there’s the odd thing that made me cringe, but the genius of Nancy Spain overcomes any of that. 

Yes, it’s a murder mystery, but it’s also a snapshot of a class of people, trying to hold on, to live as if a dreadful world war hadn’t just happened. The story meanders, but with a purpose. It reveals. It’s deliciously irreverent, with a very unusual group of characters. I’ve fallen in love with Nancy Spain’s writing and can’t wait to get started on the rest of her body of work. 

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