Opera singers are often described as being larger than life, and certainly this is true of Gaylene Ffrench. Her appetitesโfor men, for food, for attentionโare gargantuan, and her ability to irritate is similarly outsized. So when someone electrocutes the bombastic Australian contralto, few tears are shed at the Northern Opera company (though itโs a pity her understudyโs so lousy).
In fact, most of the company members are dancing a jig, and it falls on Superintendent Nichols to determine which of them might have helped Gaylene along to her just reward. The black tenor tired of being the butt of Gayleneโs bigotry? The soprano weary of jealous whispers in her ears? Gayleneโs many bedroom conquests, all anxious to avoid a repeat performance? With so many potential suspects, Nichols has his hands full, but Barnard and his readers have a deliciously malicious good time.
โThe wryest wit and most scathing satireโ Chicago Sun-Times
โOne of the deftest stylist in the field . . . goes about it with a quietly malicious sense of humorโ New York Times Book Review