


There aren’t even any meetings of the Sunday Philosophy Club. The result is a detective story with charm, warmth, and virtually no detection. It’s page 69, however, before Isabel can suggest that “I don’t think that it was an accident.” Meanwhile, and afterwards as well, she’ll spend less time questioning suspects than editing essays submitted to the Review of Applied Ethics and growing increasingly unhappy over her niece Cat’s unsuitable young man Toby. In due course, Isabel will learn that the fallen angel, Mark Fraser, worked in the funds department at McDowall’s, where he’d recently been talking quietly about a colleague whose insider trading he could prove. Isabel Dalhousie doesn’t like Stockhausen, but his impossible music on the bill at the Usher Hall is followed by an even worse discordance on the opening page: A beautiful young man plummets “from the gods” above Isabel’s seat in the grand circle and lands with a dreadful impact below. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency on hold to explore an equally civilized Edinburgh criminal scene that Ian Rankin’s DI John Rebus would never recognize. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency, ‘The Sunday Philosophy Club’ abounds in wry humor and sharp observations of human nature.Smith puts the chronicles of Botswana’s No. Like his immensely popular series, The No. While she pursues information about the likely suspects, Isabel engages in delightfully thorny debates, with herself and others, about the possible outcomes of moral choices along the way. Her investigation, pursued in an informal fashion, leads her into the realm of secret deals and private greed among a few members of Edinburgh’s investment-banking community. Despite the advice of her housekeeper, Grace, who has been raised in the values of traditional Edinburgh, and her niece, Cat, who, if you ask Isabel, is dating the wrong man, Isabel is determined to find the truth-if indeed there is one-behind the man’s death.

So when she witnesses a young man fall to his death from the balcony of Edinburgh’s main concert hall, she sets out to discover whether he was pushed or whether, as the police have concluded, he fell. Isabel Dalhousie is fond of problems, and sometimes she becomes interested in problems that are, quite frankly, none of her business.Ī highly intelligent single woman who edits a philosophy journal, she is also a person of irrepressible curiosity.
