Somewhere (I can’t remember where), I came across a review of Jedediah Berry’s "A Manual of Detection". The review sounded interesting, so I got the book. There were other positive reviews as well, so I started the book with high hopes. Alas, my hopes have been dashed. I found the novel trying too hard, and eventually, simply trying. I’ve given up about halfway through, with a sour expression on my face. It just didn’t work for me.
So I turned to the latest from Malcolm Pryce: "From Aberystwyth with Love". From the very first page, a smile was back on my face, and I can’t wait to immerse myself in this book.
Both books are ostensibly about detectives and are detective novels set in bizarre fantastical worlds. But the difference, as far as I am concerned is like day and night. Give me Pryce over Berry any day.