Tuesday, December 18, 2018
Seven Fiancees, by David Housewright
Ah, a private eye story. Pretty charming one, too.
Looking back, I probably should have let the woman shoot the tuba player, because God knows, he had it coming.
Nice opening sentence, that. P.I. Holland Taylor is in a jazz club when a young woman named Virginia tries to shoot the tubaist. Taylor prevents that. Seems tuba guy is her fiance. Seems she just found out he is also engaged to six other women.
Virginia's lawyer hires Taylor to contact the six other ladies, looking for mitigating circumstances that may help reduce his client's sentence. (Seems pretty damned mitigated to me already.) Taylor meets them, each a different personality with a different reaction to the discovery of their true love's philandering.
There is a climax of sorts, but as is so often true in life, the true joy is in the journey.