Osman’s all-conquering, record-smashing chronicles of the adventures of four septuagenarian sleuths continually yoke the violent and the cosily domestic, making for an odd but effective mixture of mass slaughter and cockle-warming celebration of the elderly, as if Quentin Tarantino had directed an episode of Last of the Summer Wine. When we’re told that a victim in this third instalment of Richard Osman’s Thursday Murder Club series has “been killed in a very unpleasant way knitting needles”, it seems entirely appropriate.
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