and entertaining detective work with a difference. PUBLISHERS
Sexy, liberated...ferocious pace. NEW STATESMAN
'A detective story of the heart, written with wit and compassion,
about the mystery called love and marriage' - Evan Rhodes.
paced, straightforward style involves you quickly in the characters
who come alive on the pages. There is a good deal of subtle humour
too which, coupled with the sleuthing and subterfuge makes the
novel an enjoyable book. MIAMI DAILY HERALD.
If this was typical late- ‘70s women’s novel, Shelley Warwick
would give her wandering husband his divorce, go to consciousness-raising
classes, start a new career, have some affairs and find herself
and maybe even a new man.
But there are dozens of those novels now, so Timeri Murari has
wisely changed the story line. Shelley Warwick, still attractive
at 3,8, still in love, is the proud daughter of a British general,
and she sets out to conquer her David back. .
David has vanished, but some clever sleuthing thing puts her on
the trail of him and his new love, a not-so-sweet young thing
named Candy. The story is clever and the scenes are often amusing.
It soon becomes clear that if David isn't smart enough to choose
his plucky wife over Candy, he doesn't deserve her anyway. Murari
has created a fine, very real portrait of a woman in Shelley,
and he avoids the stereotypes that could easily sink this kind
of novel. Shelley's parents, for example, although they never
liked David, don't say "I told you so" when they hear
he is gone. Her mother hugs her; her father provides the military
strategy for the war against Candy. And even David turns out to
be surprisingly human. DETROIT FREE PRESS.
Initially, the reader feels compassion for Shelley, the prototype
of the abandoned woman, the classic case of one who devoted herself
to the rearing or children and the pleasuring of husband. But
that sympathy quickly turns to admiration, respect, a liking for
another human being. And a surprising fact is that the male, Indian
born author could so effortlessly delve into the psyche of a woman
from such a different culture.
The title may put readers of until, well into the book. Shelley,
recalling her honeymoon in Paris, states, "We had spent the
occasional night together before, but then we were lovers and
lovers are not people. They are the dreaming spirits within us
that awake and take possession or our bodies.” ASBURG
completely different. SHE.