This was a fair Wimsey novel โ banter (especially between Him and Her), with the mystery being less important than the people (who cares about a dead body on the beach). The strong focus on their non-relationship detracted a bit from my carefree enjoyment, though, and made me read the book more through a historian’s lense: Gender roles, social norms, and general expectations have changed so much, and Dorothy L. Sayers’ take on them is fascinating and utterly foreign to me.
I'm currently behind on reviews, so don't be surprised if the recent reviews are a bit sparse.