The Sunday Philosophy Club by Alexander McCall Smith
By Alexander McCall Smith
ISABEL DALHOUSIE - publication 1
not anything captures the attraction of Edinburgh just like the bestselling Isabel Dalhousie sequence of novels that includes the insatiably curious thinker and lady detective. no matter if investigating a case or an issue of philosophy, the indefatigable Isabel Dalhousie, one in all fiction’s so much richly built beginner detectives, is usually able to pursue the solutions to all of life’s questions, huge and small.
In this primary installment, Isabel is attending a live performance within the Usher corridor whilst she witnesses a guy fall from the higher balcony. Isabel can’t support pondering no matter if it used to be the results of mischance or mischief. opposed to the easiest recommendation of her no-nonsense housekeeper Grace, her bassoon enjoying buddy Jamie, or even her romantically challenged niece Cat, she is morally sure to clear up this example. entire with really good Edinburgh surroundings and characters instantly out of a Robert Burns poem, The Sunday Philosophy Club is a pleasant deal with from considered one of our such a lot loved authors.
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The woman looked at Isabel with that sudden human intimacy that the witnessing of tragedy permitted. “I don’t know if we should be standing here,” Isabel muttered, half to Jennifer, half to the other woman. ” The other woman drew back. “One wants to do something,” she said lamely. “I do hope that he’s all right,” said Jennifer. “Falling all that way. He hit the edge of the circle, you know. ” No, thought Isabel, it would have made it worse, perhaps; there would be two sets of injuries, the blow from the edge of the circle and injuries on the ground.
We may come from Reykjavik, and it may be a small town far from anywhere, but we can at least play Stockhausen as well as the rest of them. She closed her eyes. It was impossible music, really, and it was not something a visiting orchestra should inflict on its hosts. For a short while she considered the idea of orchestral courtesy. Certainly one should avoid giving political offence: German orchestras, of course, used to be careful about playing Wagner abroad, at least in some countries, choosing instead German composers who were somewhat more … apologetic.
He was beautiful, in her eyes, and interesting, and now another woman, somebody whom she would never meet, somebody far away in California or wherever it was, had him for herself. Isabel had met him in Cambridge. She was at Newnham, in the last year of her philosophy degree. He was a research fellow, a few years older than her, a dark-haired Irishman, a graduate of University College Dublin, who had been awarded a postdoctoral fellowship at Clare College and was writing a book on Synge. He had rooms at the back of the college, looking out over the Fellows’ Garden on the other side of the river, and he invited Isabel to these rooms, where he sat and smoked, and looked at her.