More of wot I have read…

The Sunday Philosophy Club by Alexander McCall Smith

This is a gentle and somewhat dull story that didn’t really do it for me. I couldn’t find much sympathy in the main character and was often frustrated by her stuffy middle aged, middle class attitudes.


‘Behind Edinburgh’s regimented Georgian facades, its moral compasses are spinning with greed, dishonesty, lust and murderous intent. Isabel Dalhousie knows this. Isabel, in fact, rather relishes it. An accomplished philosopher and editor of the Review of Applied Ethics, she knows all about the difference between good and bad. Which is probably why, by instinct, she is an amateur sleuth. 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. He was pushed.

And whatever Isabel lacks in official status, she more than makes up for with accomplices and contacts: there’s her housekeeper Grace, whose applied philosophy is that the Edinburgh way is right and the way of the world is wrong; her beautiful niece Cat; and Cat’s ex boyfriend, Jamie, who is leading Isabel to review her own ethics in the sexual attraction market…’