Satisfaction brought him back.’ Isabel is afflicted by unbridled curiosity. The Sunday Philosophy Club has only increased my liking for her. I immediately felt such admiration for her, a certain kinship with her, that I knew I had to start this series from the beginning. MY THOUGHTS: I first met Isabel Dalhousie in The Geometry of Holding Hands, #13 in this series. And instinct tells her the man who tumbled to his death in front of her eyes after a concert in the Usher Hall didn’t fall. Which is probably why, by instinct, she is an amateur sleuth. An accomplished philosopher and editor of the Review of Applied Ethics, she knows all about the difference between good and bad. Ladies such as Isabel Dalhousie.īehind Edinburgh’s regimented Georgian facades, its moral compasses are spinning with greed, dishonesty, lust and murderous intent. Genteel home to ladies who lunch, attend concerts, art exhibitions and – for this is not a showy city – do good by stealth. And then, striking the edge of the grand circle, he disappeared headfirst towards the stalls below.ĪBOUT ‘THE SUNDAY PHILOSOPHY CLUB’: Edinburgh. His flight was so sudden and short, and it was for less than a second that she saw him, hair tousled, upside down, his shirt and jacket up around his chest so that his midriff was exposed. EXCERPT: Isabel Dalhousie saw the young man fall from the edge of the upper circle, from the gods.
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