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Title details for A Murder of Quality by John le Carre - Wait list

A Murder of Quality

by John le Carre
Michael Jayston
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George Smiley, retired from the world of spies and treachery, is summoned by an old friend to help with a small problem: at the exclusive school where Smiley's friend teaches it seems there's been a murder. Frightfully embarrassing, of course. Perhaps George could quietly look into the matter? Once more, Smiley is up to his elbows in spies and treachery, of a different sort.

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  • Release date

    March 3, 2016

  • Formats

    • OverDrive Listen audiobook

      • ISBN: 9781470330637
      • File size: 150322 KB
      • Duration: 05:13:10

  • Languages

    • English

  • Reviews

    • AudioFile Magazine
      Simon Vance's finely calibrated narration makes this little-known George Smiley novel of special interest. Here le Carr tries his hand at a spy-free English mystery triggered when a faculty wife at the elite Carne School writes a panicky letter to Ailsa Brimley claiming her husband is planning to kill her. Miss Brimley asks her old war-time colleague Smiley for advice. Smiley just happens to have a connection to one of the masters at Carne, thus, an excuse to visit, but by the time he arrives, the letter writer is dead. For Smiley completists, it's a pleasure to watch Smiley deploy his wartime skills in such a Miss Marple-ish bit of nosy-parking, and for anyone, Vance's subtle mastery of tone and voice is an event in itself. B.G. © AudioFile 2024, Portland, Maine

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