A short story from British Library Crime Classic collection Murder by the Book. A struggling writer battles constant interruptions during his day, until a final visit from unexpected guests pushes him to his breaking point. A tongue-in-cheek nod to Edmund Crispin’s own troubles as a writer, this short story is both an ironic commentary on what it means to ‘work for yourself’ and arguably one of Crispin’s most personal pieces of crime fiction.

© 2022 Soundings (Luisterboek): 9781407999166

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Luisterboek: 1 maart 2022