Thursday, February 08, 2007

Chapter 17

If Brown is going to drip feed revelations to us, it's inevitable that some of his characters will get left behind. This is quite a clever technique; up till now, he's been making us feel dumb in the presence of such searing intellects.

In this chapter, however, the police get hold of the info we've already had (Sophie's not all she seems) a wee bit late and as a result, we feel superior to them. "Of course she's his granddaughter!" we bellow. "Duuuhh!"

Nice bit of gadget junkie stuff there as well, Dan. A Manurhin MR-93, indeed. Who does he think he is, Ian Fleming?


Blogger Murph said...

Manurhin?? I've got it! It's an anagram of "I harm nun"!

Blimey! How many deep layers of complexity are still hidden? He's still toying with us, Tim!

10:03 am  
Blogger Murph said...

Sorry Tim. It was on the news. All the others have been kept at home today because of the snow.

9:28 am  
Blogger Tim Footman said...

What was on the news? The anagram?

Trust Mr P has snug jumpers available for you and Oz.

9:32 am  
Blogger Joel said...

The snow has now melted everywhere except, oddly, my neighbours' garden. Stick that in your mystery pipe and smoke it!

10:52 am  
Blogger Spinsterella said...

We haven't got any snow here in the Wild Wild West. Just rain and sleet.

Anyhow - this has got to be the most chapters in a row set in a toilet of any novel ever, surely?

5:38 pm  
Blogger 9/10ths Full of Penguins said...

Hmmm, when I read this book the first time, I didn't realise quite how long they spent in the toilet!

It seems strangely appropriate that the hero/heroine of this book spend so much time in the crapper...

12:29 am  
Blogger Tim Footman said...

But what would happen if it started snowing in the toilet? Apart from confusing Kate Moss, of course.

7:01 am  

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