This is the second Monsiuer Pamplemousse mystery I've read. With 20 years between the publication of the two, I must say that the characters have aged well. Pommes Frites must be the world's oldest bloodhound, but he is still going strong. I've learned a little more about the protagonist: Aristide Pamplemousse is a former police officer, who, with Pommes Frites by his side cracked many crimes. Some sort of scandal, only hinted at, forced the two of them into early retirement where Mr. Pamplemousse might have languished were it not for an offer to be a food critic for The Guide.In this episode, Mr Pamplemousse acquires a ticket to be in the audience for France's premiere television cooking show. The host, Claude Chavignol, was a real showman and had become a national celebrity. With cameras running and broadcasting to the whole of France, Chavignol consumes one exquisite oyster and drops dead. Mr. Pamplemousse is on the case, and this time it's personal. It appears that the grieving widow has a photographic hobby and if the pictures fall into the wrong hands, Pamplemousse and his boss at The Guide could be in deep trouble.
Once again, this was fun to read. Mr. Bond is clearly on intimate terms with the French, and he uses his familiarity to gently poke fun at them. Early in the story, Pamplemousse is stopped in traffic enroute to his sister-in-law's house, where he knows he will have to endure her dreadful tripes à la mode de Caen. While waiting, he strikes up a conversation with the gendarme and a census taker, eventually pulling in other surrounding motorists, about the best way to prepare tripe. Of course they all have an opinion on the matter. Why? Because they're French!
Recommended light reading.
(Cross-posted as usual.)





