P.D. James introduces young Cordelia something, an independent 22-year-old detective. The book is strangely dated for James, with lots of stuff about the generation gap that probably seemed very current in the early '70s but now just seems forced. Free love, undergraduates finding themselves -- I had to ignore that part to follow the mystery story, to wit: did young Paul something-or-other really hang himself in that rustic cottage?
Still, even slightly self-conscious James is still James.
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