The Mystery of the Lost Cezanne
A Verlaque & Bonnet Mystery Provençal Mystery
(Sprache: Englisch)
A beguiling mystery that finds Verlaque and Bonnet searching for a murderer in a crime tied to Provence s greatest artist
Provençal Mystery Series #5
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Provençal Mystery Series #5
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A beguiling mystery that finds Verlaque and Bonnet searching for a murderer in a crime tied to Provence s greatest artistProvençal Mystery Series #5
Watch the series! Murder in Provence is now on Britbox.
A friend in his cigar club asks Antoine Verlaque to visit René Rouquet, a retired postal worker who has found a rolled-up canvas in his apartment. As the apartment once belonged to Paul Cézanne, Rouquet is convinced he s discovered a treasure. But when Antoine arrives at the apartment, he finds René dead, the canvas missing, and a mysterious art history professor standing over the body.
When the painting is finally recovered, the mystery only deepens. The brushwork and color all point to Cézanne. But who is the smiling woman in the painting? She is definitely not the dour Madame Cézanne. Who killed René? Who stole the painting? And what will they do to get it back?
Like Donna Leon and Andrea Camilleri, M. L. Longworth s enchanting mysteries blend clever whodunits with gustatory delights and the timeless romance of Provence. The Mystery of the Lost Cézanne adds a new twist by immersing Antoine and Marine in a clever double narrative that costars Provence s greatest artist.
Art theft is a hot topic on the mystery scene, and no one s heist is livelier than Longworth s. Kirkus Reviews
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Author s NotePaul Cézanne did have an affair with a mysterious Aixoise in 1885, a curiosity I first read in a New Yorker article, later confirmed when rereading Paul Cézanne: Letters, edited by John Rewald in 1976. Cézanne s good friends Émile Zola and Philippe Solari did, of course, exist, but all the others have been invented by the author.
Chapter One
La Fête des Rois
January was his favorite month. He loved Provençal winters; they were cold and dry, often with bright-blue skies. The ancient plane trees so essential in summer to block the sun now, without their fat leaves, looked like tall knobby sculptures. But their winter bareness revealed the Cours Mirabeau s soft golden architecture: mansions of the seventeenth century, now banks, law offices, cafés, and the twenty-first-century addition of American chain stores. But most of all, January meant that the commercialism and strain of Christmas was over, and the routine of work, cigar club, and being with Marine could begin anew. This year he would be a better boss, a better friend, a better lover. Or try to. Like hitting the refresh button on my computer, he thought.
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Antoine Verlaque paused in the middle of the Cours, leaned against one of the trees its multicolored gray and pale-green bark like army fatigues and relit his cigar. He slowly puffed on his Partagas, and while he smoked he watched his fellow Aixois filing up and down the wide avenue. Three teenage girls with identical haircuts and expensive, giant leather purses walked arm in arm, speaking so quickly that it was near to impossible for him to eavesdrop. There was something about the trio that reminded Verlaque of his own youth, spent in Paris; perhaps it was their obvious wealth always flaunted in Aix, and in certain arrondissements in Paris or their easiness with one another, their self-assuredness. He had had friends just like these girls in high school, but their faces were now a blur. What remained were their names, names that reflected their parents good taste and education, or their Catholicism: Victoire, Mazarine, Josephine, Marie-Clothilde.
An old woman came in the opposite direction. She appeared to be wearing her slippers and bathrobe. Verlaque felt his chest tighten in sadness; when she got closer he was relieved to see that she was wearing a winter coat, albeit flimsy and weather-beaten. But she was indeed wearing her slippers.
She stopped to take a rest, and leaning on her cane she looked up at the judge and smiled. Bonne journée, monsieur, she said slowly and carefully. Her accent was Parisian, educated.
Bonne journée, madame, Verlaque answered, smiling and slightly bowing in respect.
The woman took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. Blue, and clear, she said.
The only blue sky in France today, Verlaque answered. I looked at the weather report earlier this morning. He stopped himself from adding on my computer. Verlaque imagined she had an old boxy television in the corner of a room, the kind with a rabbit-ear antenna.
Humph, she replied, clicking her teeth. She readjusted her cane to get ready to walk on. And Christmas is finally over.
Verlaque laughed out loud. Thankfully.
She nodded in lieu of saying good-bye, and walked away. Verlaque turned to watch her go, and he wondered where she lived. Was her apartment a small, squalid bed-sit? Or was she an eccentric noblewoman, who lived with too many cats in a grand bourgeois hôtel particulier? One thing was clear to him, though: she lived alone. At least his parents still had each other even if t
Antoine Verlaque paused in the middle of the Cours, leaned against one of the trees its multicolored gray and pale-green bark like army fatigues and relit his cigar. He slowly puffed on his Partagas, and while he smoked he watched his fellow Aixois filing up and down the wide avenue. Three teenage girls with identical haircuts and expensive, giant leather purses walked arm in arm, speaking so quickly that it was near to impossible for him to eavesdrop. There was something about the trio that reminded Verlaque of his own youth, spent in Paris; perhaps it was their obvious wealth always flaunted in Aix, and in certain arrondissements in Paris or their easiness with one another, their self-assuredness. He had had friends just like these girls in high school, but their faces were now a blur. What remained were their names, names that reflected their parents good taste and education, or their Catholicism: Victoire, Mazarine, Josephine, Marie-Clothilde.
An old woman came in the opposite direction. She appeared to be wearing her slippers and bathrobe. Verlaque felt his chest tighten in sadness; when she got closer he was relieved to see that she was wearing a winter coat, albeit flimsy and weather-beaten. But she was indeed wearing her slippers.
She stopped to take a rest, and leaning on her cane she looked up at the judge and smiled. Bonne journée, monsieur, she said slowly and carefully. Her accent was Parisian, educated.
Bonne journée, madame, Verlaque answered, smiling and slightly bowing in respect.
The woman took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. Blue, and clear, she said.
The only blue sky in France today, Verlaque answered. I looked at the weather report earlier this morning. He stopped himself from adding on my computer. Verlaque imagined she had an old boxy television in the corner of a room, the kind with a rabbit-ear antenna.
Humph, she replied, clicking her teeth. She readjusted her cane to get ready to walk on. And Christmas is finally over.
Verlaque laughed out loud. Thankfully.
She nodded in lieu of saying good-bye, and walked away. Verlaque turned to watch her go, and he wondered where she lived. Was her apartment a small, squalid bed-sit? Or was she an eccentric noblewoman, who lived with too many cats in a grand bourgeois hôtel particulier? One thing was clear to him, though: she lived alone. At least his parents still had each other even if t
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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
- 2015, 320 Seiten, Maße: 13 x 19,6 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: PENGUIN BOOKS
- ISBN-10: 0143128078
- ISBN-13: 9780143128076
- Erscheinungsdatum: 03.09.2015
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
Praise for The Mystery of the Lost Cezanne
Art theft is a hot topic on the mystery scene, and no one s heist is livelier than Longworth s. Kirkus Reviews
A sure thing for fans of art-themed mysteries. Booklist
Enchanting . . . the charming local citizens of Aix-en-Provence provide the true delights in this colorful story. Library Journal
Praise for Murder on the Île Sordou
Charming. Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times Book Review
Thoroughly delightful . . . Longworth deftly handles what is in effect a locked-room mystery, but the book s real strength lies in the backstories she creates for each of the distinctive characters. The puzzle s answer, buried in the past, is well prepared by what has come before. Publishers Weekly (starred review)
Longworth once again immerses readers in French culture with this whodunit, which will delight Francophiles and fans of Donna Leon and Andrea Camilleri. The setting will also appeal to readers who enjoy trapped-on-the-island mysteries in the tradition of Agatha Christie s And Then There Were None. Library Journal
Longworth s novels, set in the south of France, are mysteries for foodies, with the plot providing a table upon which the enchanting meals and accompanying wines are served. Booklist
[A] charming read with a well-crafted mystery and characters as rich and full-bodied as a Bordeaux. Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
A splendid read. Mystery Scene
The best thing about each novel in this
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series is that they are as much about lifestyle in the south of France as they are about a legal tangle, a disappearance or a murder. . . . By this third [novel] in the series, Longworth, shows the reader why those who love Donna Leon s Brunetti and Martin Walker s Bruno take up her novels with enthusiasm. Kings River Life Magazine
Longworth s maritime version of a country-house cozy offers genuine pleasures. Kirkus Reviews
Longworth s maritime version of a country-house cozy offers genuine pleasures. Kirkus Reviews
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