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Topic - Alexander Mccall Smith
There are talking shoes and thinking babies and a "modern husbands" class, and yes, it means Alexander McCall Smith is back in his beloved world of Botswana and the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency.
It is truly tempting to speculate that at some point in his distinguished academic career, Alexander McCall Smith knew someone like Dr. Moritz-Maria von Igelfeld, whose name is translated as "hedgehog field."
It may be difficult to believe, but there still are two final residents in the remaining grace-and-favor apartments in London's Hampton Court, courtesy of the queen. And, perhaps, they still are coping with ghosts such as Queen Catherine Howard running screaming through the gallery of the palace before her head was cut off by King Henry VIII a few centuries ago.
Despite the inimitable if occasionally pedantic charm of Alexander McCall Smith's writing, some readers may feel they get too little of Freddie de la Haye, the Pimlico terrier whose face adorns the jacket of this book.
Freddie de la Hay is not the kind of dog who sneaks around, which would seem to disqualify him as a working member of the British intelligence service known as MI6. All Freddie wants from life is a kind owner, a comfortable bed and meaty dog biscuits.
The analysis of the soul of a tiny white car is the kind of thing only Alexander McCall Smith can write about and get away with. Yes, she's back, the inimitable Mma Precious Ramotswe, the product of the amiable imagination of the author with his unalloyed fascination with Botswana, the country where he once lived and taught law in its university.
The literary odyssey of Alexander McCall Smith now stretches from Botswana to Scotland with a stop in London, and this latest dissection of moral ethics by Isabel Dalhousie in Scotland may make the reader miss the less-pretentious philosophizing of Precious Ramotswe in Africa.
Only in Botswana would the tragedy of a tiny white van preoccupy the heart and mind of Mma Precious Ramotswe, chief of the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency in Gabarone.
As he explains the situation, the plight of the little van is the kind of thing that worries Mma Ramotswe.
The world of academe is noted for its eccentrics, and the author surely would have been ecstatic to encounter the likes of Professor von Igelfeld, the author of "Portuguese Irregular Verbs," a book that is 1,200 pages long and sold, as he notes, "a whopping two hundred copies."