Pay Dirt
Or, Adventures at Ash Lawn. A Mrs. Murphy Mystery
(Sprache: Englisch)
The residents of tiny Crozet, Virginia, thrive on gossip, especially in the post office, where Mary Minor "Harry" Haristeen presides with her tiger cat, Mrs. Murphy. So when a belligerent Hell's Angel crashes Crozet, demanding to see his girlfriend, the...
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The residents of tiny Crozet, Virginia, thrive on gossip, especially in the post office, where Mary Minor "Harry" Haristeen presides with her tiger cat, Mrs. Murphy. So when a belligerent Hell's Angel crashes Crozet, demanding to see his girlfriend, the leather-clad interloper quickly becomes the chief topic of conversation. Then the biker is found murdered, and everyone is baffled. Well, almost everyone...Mrs. Murphy and her friends, Welsh corgi Tee Tucker and
overweight feline Pewter, haven't been slinking through alleys for nothing. But can they dig up the truth in time to save their humans from a ruthless killer?
overweight feline Pewter, haven't been slinking through alleys for nothing. But can they dig up the truth in time to save their humans from a ruthless killer?
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Mrs Murphy s fourth caper will be lapped up like half-and-half by the faithful. Kirkus Reviews The best yet. Publishers Weekly
The residents of tiny Crozet, Virginia, thrive on gossip, especially in the post office, where Mary Minor Harry Haristeen presides with her tiger cat, Mrs. Murphy. So when a belligerent Hell s Angel crashes Crozet demanding to see his girlfriend, the leather-clad interloper quickly becomes the chief topic of conversation. Then the biker is found murdered, and everyone is baffled. Well, almost everyone . . . Mrs. Murphy and her friends, Welsh corgi Tee Tucker and overweight feline Pewter, haven t been slinking through alleys for nothing. But can they dig up the truth in time to save their humans from a ruthless killer?
If you must work with a collaborator, you want it to be someone with intelligence, wit, and an infinite capacity for subtlety someone, in fact, very much like a cat. . . . It s always a pleasure to visit this cozy world. The New York Times Book Review
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"Cozy" was the word used most often to describe the small town of Crozet, not quaint, historic, or pretty. Central Virginia in general, and Albemarle County in particular, abounded in quaint, historic, and pretty places, but Crozet was not one of them. A homey energy blanketed the community. Many families had lived there for generations, others were newcomers attracted to the sensuous appeal of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Old or new, rich or poor, black or white, the citizens of the town nodded and waved to one another while driving their cars, called and waved if on opposite sides of the street, and anyone walking along the side of the road was sure to get the offer of a ride. Backyard hedges provided the ideal setting for enriching gossip as gardeners took respite from their labors. Who did what to whom, who said what to whom, who owed money to whom, and, that glory of chat, who slept with whom. The buzz never stopped. Even in the deepest snows, a Crozetian would pick up the phone to transmit the latest. If it was really juicy, he or she would bundle up and hurry through the snow for a hot cup of coffee, that companion to steamy gossip shared with a friend.The hub of the town consisted of its post office, the three main churches--Lutheran, Baptist, Episcopal, and one small offshoot, the Church of the Holy Light--the schools--kindergarten through twelfth--Market Shiflett's small grocery store, and Crozet Pizza. Since a person worshipped at one church at a time, the goings-on in the other three might remain a mystery. The small market provided a handsome opportunity to catch up, but you really had to buy something. Also, one had to be careful that Market's fat gray cat, Pewter, didn't steal your food before you had the chance to eat it. Schools were a good source, too, but if you were childless or if your darlings were finally in college, you were out of that pipeline. This left the post office the dubious honor of being the premier meeting place, or Gossip
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The postmistress--a title which she preferred to the official one of postmaster--Mary Minor Haristeen rarely indulged in what she termed gossip, which is to say if she couldn't substantiate a story, she didn't repeat it. Otherwise, she was only too happy to pass on the news. Her unofficial assistant, Mrs. Miranda Hogendobber, the widow of the former postmaster, relished the "news," but she drew the line at character assassination. If people started dumping all over someone else, Mrs. Hogendobber usually calmed them down or plain shut them up.
Harry, as Mary Minor was affectionately known, performed her tasks wonderfully well. Quite young for her position, Harry benefited from Miranda's wisdom. But Harry's most valuable assistants were Mrs. Murphy, her tiger cat, and Tee Tucker, her Welsh corgi. They wallowed in gossip. Not only did the goings-on of the humans transfix them, but so did the shenanigans of the animal community, reported by any dog accompanying its master into the post office. Whatever the dogs missed, Pewter found out next door. When she had something to tell, the round gray cat would run to the back door of the post office to spill it. Over the last few years, the cats had banged on the door so much, creating such a racket, that Harry installed a pet door so the friends could come and go as they pleased. Harry had designed a cover she could lock down over the animals' entrance, since the post office had to be secured each night.
Not that there was much to steal from the Crozet post office--stamps, a few dollars. But Harry diligently obeyed the rules, as she was a federal employee, a fact that endlessly amused her. She loathed the federal government and barely tolerated the state government, considering it the refuge of the mediocre. Still, she drew a paycheck from that bloated government on the north side of the Potomac, so she tried to temper her opinions.
Miranda Hogen
The postmistress--a title which she preferred to the official one of postmaster--Mary Minor Haristeen rarely indulged in what she termed gossip, which is to say if she couldn't substantiate a story, she didn't repeat it. Otherwise, she was only too happy to pass on the news. Her unofficial assistant, Mrs. Miranda Hogendobber, the widow of the former postmaster, relished the "news," but she drew the line at character assassination. If people started dumping all over someone else, Mrs. Hogendobber usually calmed them down or plain shut them up.
Harry, as Mary Minor was affectionately known, performed her tasks wonderfully well. Quite young for her position, Harry benefited from Miranda's wisdom. But Harry's most valuable assistants were Mrs. Murphy, her tiger cat, and Tee Tucker, her Welsh corgi. They wallowed in gossip. Not only did the goings-on of the humans transfix them, but so did the shenanigans of the animal community, reported by any dog accompanying its master into the post office. Whatever the dogs missed, Pewter found out next door. When she had something to tell, the round gray cat would run to the back door of the post office to spill it. Over the last few years, the cats had banged on the door so much, creating such a racket, that Harry installed a pet door so the friends could come and go as they pleased. Harry had designed a cover she could lock down over the animals' entrance, since the post office had to be secured each night.
Not that there was much to steal from the Crozet post office--stamps, a few dollars. But Harry diligently obeyed the rules, as she was a federal employee, a fact that endlessly amused her. She loathed the federal government and barely tolerated the state government, considering it the refuge of the mediocre. Still, she drew a paycheck from that bloated government on the north side of the Potomac, so she tried to temper her opinions.
Miranda Hogen
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Autoren-Porträt von Rita Mae Brown, Sneaky Pie Brown
Rita Mae Brown, geboren in Hanover, Pennsylvania, wuchs in Florida auf. Sie studierte in New York Anglistik und Filmwissenschaft. Berühmt wurde sie mit 'Rubinroter Dschungel' und durch ihre Romane mit der Tigerkatze Sneaky Pie Brown als Co-Autorin. Sie lebt als Schriftstellerin und Drehbuchautorin auf einer Farm in Charlottesville.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autoren: Rita Mae Brown , Sneaky Pie Brown
- 1996, 288 Seiten, Maße: 10,5 x 17,5 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Bantam Books
- ISBN-13: 076783006508
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Mrs. Murphy's fourth caper will be lapped up like half-and-half by the faithful." Kirkus Reviews"The best yet." Publishers Weekly
"If you must work with a collaborator, you want it to be someone with intellignce, wit, and an infinite capacity for subtlety someone, in fact, very much like a cat...It's always a pleasure to visit this cozy world...[t]here's no resisting Harry's droll sense of humor...or Mrs. Murphy's tart commentary." The New York Times Book Review
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