Friday, May 18, 2012

Oscar Wilde and the Vatican Murders by Gyles Brandreth

Oscar Wilde and the Vatican Murders opens in 1892, as an exhausted Arthur Conan Doyle retires to a spa in Germany with a suitcase full of fan mail. But his rest cure does not go as planned. The first person he encounters is Oscar Wilde, and the two friends make a series of macabre discoveries among the letters—a finger; a lock of hair; and, finally, an entire severed hand.

The trail leads the intrepid duo to Rome, and to a case that involves miracles as well as murder. Pope Pius IX has just died—these are uncertain times in the Eternal City. To uncover the mystery and discover why the creator of Sherlock Holmes has been summoned in this way, Wilde and Conan Doyle must penetrate the innermost circle of the Catholic Church and expose the deadly secrets of the six men closest to the pope.

I have to say this is the first book about Oscar Wilde that I have read, and I realized as I delved into Oscar Wilde and the Vatican Murders that this is not the first in the series, but rather the fifth.  That being said, I didn't have anything to compare to, so was pleasantly surprised with the characters of Oscar Wilde and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. 

From Greece to Rome, Brandreth sets the scene with striking components that give the reader the illusion of actually being there virtually.  Droll humor and snappy observations had my eyebrows rising as I found myself immersed on their journey of finding out who the body parts belong to and why they were severed in the first place.

With a twisted plot leading the reader on a merry chase, along with Doyle and Wilde, a surprising ending and exceptional writing, definitely indulge yourself with Oscar Wilde and the Vatican Murders!  A solid good read!

*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Wendy

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