“After the overnight success of his first book –the recounting of that tale, which in book is seen as non-fiction than a true whodunit, Ernest Cunningham has been asked, along with five much-better-known authors, to be a panelist aboard the Ghan, a luxury train whose route bisects the Australian desert for the 50th Australian Mystery Writers’ Festival. Soon after the journey starts, one of the writers turns up dead, and each of the train’s other panelists—including Cunningham himself—becomes both suspect and sleuth.”
Much like the first book, Ernst breaks the fourth wall to a talk about what is transpiring here - he reveals that a comma will be a crucial clue, and that there will be more than one victim. There is pretty good dashes of humor, all while poking fun at the publishing industry. There are plenty of red herring’s; including a Misery loving girl who has discovered her favorite mystery author is killing of his main character. While this also no Murder on the Orient Express, it will remind readers –especially those who love the Golden Age of Detective Fiction (roughly, the 1920s to early 1930s) of age when creative and clever writers took the time to create viable locked-room and closed-circle murder mysteries.
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