Whose Body? : BBC Radio 4 Full-cast Dramatisation CD-Audio
Part of the BBC Radio Collection series
Ian Carmichael is Lord Peter Wimsey, with Patricia Routledge as his mother, in this BBC radio 4 full-cast dramatisation.
Dorothy L. Sayers' first Lord Peter Wimsey tale introduces many of the author's best-known characters.
Wimsey's mother, the Dowager Duchess of Denver, rings her son with news of 'such a quaint thing'.
She has heard through a friend that Mr Thipps, a respectable Battersea architect, found a dead man in his bath - wearing nothing but a gold prince-nez.
Lord Wimsey makes his way straight over to Mr Thipps, and a good look at the body raises a number of interesting questions.
Why would such an apparantly well-groomed man have filthy black toenails, flea bites and the scent of carbolic soap lingering on his corpse?
Then comes the disappearance of oil millionaire Sir Reuben Levy, last seen on the Battersea Park Road.
With his beard shaved he would look very similar to the man found in the bath - but is Sir Levy really dead?
- Format: CD-Audio
- Publisher: BBC Audio, A Division Of Random House
- Publication Date: 07/10/2002
- Category: Crime & mystery
- ISBN: 9780563529095
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Review by shanaqui
I read the book itself a while ago, but this is the BBC radioplay. It gives me the terrible urge to say things like "top hole" and "jolly good" and so on -- mimicking Ian Carmichael's tone, of course. I'm late to this party, I know, but he makes an excellent Peter Wimsey: in fact, all the casting is very good. It brings across the tone of the book very well, too. Very fun to listen to -- it made me laugh a fair few times.<br/><br/>(It did also make me realise that if Peter Carmichael of Jo Walton's Small Change trilogy isn't a deliberate reference, it <I>ought</I> to be.)<br/><br/>The plot itself, well, it was a bit easy for me to follow, having read the book before. It's an interesting enough mystery -- and there was enough of a gap between me reading the book and hearing the radioplay that meant I was puzzling over the exact way Peter would figure things out, which kept me even more entertained.