Death at Chateau Bremont
A Velarque & Bonnet Mystery
(Sprache: Englisch)
The first installment in the beloved, sumptuous mystery series set in Provence, featuring chief magistrate Antoine Verlaque and his old flame Marine Bonnet, who must team up to solve a pair of murders
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The first installment in the beloved, sumptuous mystery series set in Provence, featuring chief magistrate Antoine Verlaque and his old flame Marine Bonnet, who must team up to solve a pair of murdersProvençal Mystery Series #1
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When local nobleman Étienne de Bremont falls to his death from the family château, it sets the historic town of Aix-en-Provence abuzz with rumors. Antoine Verlaque, the charming chief magistrate of Aix, suspects foul play, and when he discovers that Bremont had been a close friend of Marine Bonnet, his on-again off-again girlfriend, Verlaque must turn to her for help.
The once idyllic town suddenly seems filled with people who scould have benefited from Bremont's death including his playboy brother François, who's heavily in debt and mixed up with some unsavory characters. But just as Verlaque and Bonnet are narrowing down their list of suspects, another death occurs. And this time, there can be no doubt it's murder.
A lively mystery steeped in the enticing atmosphere of the south of France and seasoned with romance as rich as the French cuisine that inspires it, this first installment in the acclaimed Verlaque & Bonnet Provençal Mystery series is as addictive and captivating as Provence itself.
Longworth s voice is like a rich vintage of sparkling Dorothy Sayers and grounded Donna Leon. . . . Bon appétit! Booklist
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Saint-Antonin, France
APRIL 17, 12:05 A.M.
The attic light was burnt out. He d talk to Jean-Claude tomorrow. Étienne sensed that the caretaker had never really liked him, or perhaps his coolness was out of respect for their difference in class; Jean-Claude was polite but never looked his employer in the eye. They had easily avoided each other while Étienne s parents were still alive, but as Étienne was now the only Bremont living in Aix, the château s enormous upkeep required that owner and caretaker have more frequent contact. Jean-Claude was a huge man but clumsy. His size had never caused Étienne much worry, but there was something in the way Jean-Claude looked at him sometimes that made him uneasy. Étienne de Bremont had recently found himself fascinated by the caretaker s enormous hands, which would lie stiffly at his sides as he received his employer s blunt instructions; after a few seconds his fat fingers would slowly, and then quickly, begin to twitch, as if they were waiting for messages from the brain that would call them into action. At any rate, the fingers seemed to be thinking ahead of the slow, still hands.
Luckily Étienne had brought a flashlight with him, out of habit. There was always a burnt-out lightbulb somewhere in the crumbling château a home that no one lived in, more trouble than it was worth. He shone the light around the dusty room, one of the only rooms of the twenty-odd that brought him some good memories. His first ten-speed bike was propped up in a corner: it had taken him downhill into Aix-en-Provence in forty-five minutes, the return trip took almost double that. He was fit then, and still was, considering in five years he would be forty.
Next to the bike, a rosary hung on the post of a nineteenth-century iron bed, as it always had, and he thought of her laughing face and green eyes. He missed her, but it wouldn t do to call. Their lives were too different, their friends
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too different. Especially their friends.
There was a full moon that night, and Étienne walked over to the window. It was covered by a wooden shutter a meter wide and two meters tall. He swung it open, careful to latch it against the stone wall with his left hand as he held on tightly to the inner wall with his right. The window was open to the elements: years ago the hay had been brought in through this opening for the winter. They had never bothered to put glass in the window. Each Bremont family member learned, as soon as they were tall enough to be able to reach the wrought-iron latch, how to open the window without falling out. The moonlight now filled up the room and would give him enough illumination to read what he had come for. The Louis Vuitton suitcase was on the floor near his right foot, and he picked it up and set it on the wooden dresser that was filled with moth-eaten blankets. The lock on the suitcase had been opened, probably by his brother, François. He quickly opened the suitcase and grabbed the first papers that lay on top, flipping hurriedly through the documents. He didn t understand why he suddenly felt so rushed Jean-Claude was gone, an hour and a half away, until tomorrow but he was anxious all the same and couldn t stop his hands from shaking. The lawyers and notaries documents were handwritten, in the graceful script he and his brother were taught to use in the first grade, with fountain pens his father had bought at Michel on the cours Mirabeau. The papers were out of order, and mixed in with the legal documents were odd bits of paper that characterized his noble family s disregard for money, for filing, and for organization in general. Receipts had been kept in flour tins; hundred-franc bills were dropped or hidden under the library s faded Persian carpet; the electricity and telephone companies had to c
There was a full moon that night, and Étienne walked over to the window. It was covered by a wooden shutter a meter wide and two meters tall. He swung it open, careful to latch it against the stone wall with his left hand as he held on tightly to the inner wall with his right. The window was open to the elements: years ago the hay had been brought in through this opening for the winter. They had never bothered to put glass in the window. Each Bremont family member learned, as soon as they were tall enough to be able to reach the wrought-iron latch, how to open the window without falling out. The moonlight now filled up the room and would give him enough illumination to read what he had come for. The Louis Vuitton suitcase was on the floor near his right foot, and he picked it up and set it on the wooden dresser that was filled with moth-eaten blankets. The lock on the suitcase had been opened, probably by his brother, François. He quickly opened the suitcase and grabbed the first papers that lay on top, flipping hurriedly through the documents. He didn t understand why he suddenly felt so rushed Jean-Claude was gone, an hour and a half away, until tomorrow but he was anxious all the same and couldn t stop his hands from shaking. The lawyers and notaries documents were handwritten, in the graceful script he and his brother were taught to use in the first grade, with fountain pens his father had bought at Michel on the cours Mirabeau. The papers were out of order, and mixed in with the legal documents were odd bits of paper that characterized his noble family s disregard for money, for filing, and for organization in general. Receipts had been kept in flour tins; hundred-franc bills were dropped or hidden under the library s faded Persian carpet; the electricity and telephone companies had to c
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Autoren-Porträt von Mary L. Longworth
M. L. Longworth has lived in Aix-en-Provence since 1997. She has written about the region for the Washington Post, the Times (London), the Independent (London), and Bon Appétit. She is the author of a bilingual collection of essays, Une Américaine en Provence. She is married and has one daughter.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Mary L. Longworth
- 2011, 320 Seiten, Maße: 12,8 x 19,9 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 0143119524
- ISBN-13: 9780143119524
- Erscheinungsdatum: 06.06.2011
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for M. L. Longworth s Provençal Mystery seriesThe Verlaque and Bonnet mysteries . . . plunge you into a languid world of epicurean pleasures and good living. Eleanor Beardsley, NPR
Beguiling . . . Longworth evokes the pleasures of France in delicious detail great wine, delicious meals, and fine company. Publishers Weekly
Longworth s novels . . . are mysteries for foodies, with the plot providing a table upon which the enchanting meals and accompanying wines are served. Booklist
Praise for Death at the Chateau Bremont
This first novel in a projected series has charm, wit, and Aix-en-Provence all going for it. Longworth s voice is like a rich vintage of sparkling Dorothy Sayers and grounded Donna Leon . . . Longworth has lived in Aix since 1997, and her knowledge of the region is apparent on every page. Bon appétit. Booklist
A promising debut for Longworth, who shows there s more to France than Paris and more to mystery than Maigret. Kirkus Reviews
Mystery and romance served up with a hearty dose of French cuisine. I relished every word. Longworth does for Aix-en-Provence what Frances Mayes does for Tuscany: You want to be there NOW! Barbara Fairchild, former editor in chief, Bon Appétit
Death at the Château Bremont is replete with romance, mystery, and a rich atmosphere that makes the south of France spring off the page in a manner reminiscent of Donna Leon s Venice. A wonderful start to a series sure to gain a legion of fans. Tasha Alexander, author of the Lady Emily mysteries
Longworth has a good eye and a sharp wit, and this introduction to Verlaque and Bonnet holds promise for a terrific series. The Globe and Mail
Death at the Château Bremont offers charming French locales, vivid characters and an intriguing who-done-it. Kevin R. Kosar, author of Whiskey: A Global History
Here s hoping the series lasts for
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years. RT Book Reviews
Your readers will eat this one up. Library Journal
Your readers will eat this one up. Library Journal
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