content: I have no credentials as a reviewer of mysteries, as I seldom read them. I picked this one up because I knew Sayers had translated Dante. "Gaudy Night" was awful. I hated the class snobbery, the bickerings of the academics, Lord Wimsey's monocle, and Harriet Vane's ditherings about love. I felt sorry for the perpetrator; in the same shoes, if I had to deal with these people, I might have done the same! As a snapshot of pre- World War II Oxford and of the anxieties that attended women who sought out a university education and independent lives, it is, I guess, of some interest. Why is it that Austen, a writer I love, doesn't seem dated at all, while this book is frozen in amber?