Pamela Thomas-Graham

This is the second in the author's ivy league series but the first that I read because I picked it up at a library sale thinking that it would interest me because I spent pretty much my whole career on college campuses. It is adequate as a murder mystery but the story depends a little too much on the cliche of old professors diddling nubile co-eds.

I started getting annoyed early in the book by the author's obvious antipathy towards New Haven, Connecticut, beyond what was required to set up the story. Aside from the crime and racism the weather sucked and the stunningly beautiful campus and buildings of Yale were described as looking more like a Nazi prison camp. The author was running out of synonyms for dark and brooding.

Then the author made an out-of-left-field pot shot at a specific tiny town in upstate New York. I can only assume that the author had a personal ax to grind since she not only named the place but gave us directions so we'll know how to get there though its location had nothing to do with the story. If you do decide to go, it's not all that far to Sharon Springs where you can visit the Fabulous Beekman Boys and pick up an autographed copy of [b:The Bucolic Plague: How Two Manhattanites Became Gentlemen Farmers: An Unconventional Memoir|7067336|The Bucolic Plague How Two Manhattanites Became Gentlemen Farmers An Unconventional Memoir|Josh Kilmer-Purcell|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1274295190s/7067336.jpg|7320034] or [b:I Am Not Myself These Days: A Memoir|109520|I Am Not Myself These Days A Memoir|Josh Kilmer-Purcell|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1171605769s/109520.jpg|1631].

BTW, that teepee the author was mocking just got listed on the National Register of Historic Places so show some respect.

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