by Rex Stout
Ay, caramba. After that last book, I needed a break. So I retreated to the New York brownstone somewhere on West 35th Street to relax a bit with Archie and Mr. Wolfe, if they’d have me. I mean, there’s usually some kind of murder investigation going on (or three murders, in this case, so far), but nothing’s too strenuous. Wolfe will always be on the rooftop greenhouse with the orchids from 9:00 to 11:00 in the morning and 4:00 to 6:00 in the evening, Fritz will crank out three five-star meals a day, and Archie will take us all over the city, running errands, interviewing witnesses, hassling or being hassled by Inspector Cramer or Sergeant Purley Stebbins, and occasionally grabbing a corned beef on rye at a diner when he can’t make it back to Wolfe’s in time for lunch. Sooner or later, Wolfe will use his genius to solve the case, without ever leaving his yellow armchair. The fun is getting to hang around while he does it.
I’ve been reading Rex Stout’s Wolfe mysteries since forever, in no particular order, some multiple times. This is a new one for me, and I’m looking forward to the change of pace! 🤗