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Hosanna Brown Hosanna Brown is a pseudonym for an Australian academic, who has lectured in many parts of the world, including the USA, and who knows Cambridge well. | |
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1-903552-46-X | |||
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I Spy, You Die to top Cambridge, that scientific power-house, has done it again: a breakthrough as phenomenal as the splitting of the atom, this time in the field of Pasar research: the result will be unlimited energy, and the ability to destroy the entire world at a trifling cost. But already the secret is being leaked to Peking. So the world's outstanding investigator is sent for: a woman, young, black and beautiful, named Frank le Roux. The story that follows is witty, stylish, off-beat: in fact, delightfully dotty. On her first night in Cambridge, while she is dining at High Table, the Master of Michaelhouse falls dead. Was the poison meant for Frank? And while she lives the Cambridge life a stroll round King's College Chapel with the Professor of Pure Mathematics; a Union debate, that "this House considers that America and Russia should be encouraged to blow each other up"; a tour of the Kavendish Laboratory; a punt on the river to Grantchester; the May Ball murder attempts proliferate. And then there is a shoot-out in Heffers Bookshop a splendid denouement to a wonderfully jokey tale of college politics, international espionage and absent-minded sex, of Thatcher quips, Russian malapropisms and bizarre erudition. A joy, from the first line to the last. |  | ||
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