A delightfully entertaining and outrageously absurd detective story. This is the kind of read that I call “cotton candy” for the brain. It is reminiscent of reading Douglas Adams books. In serious novels one expects well developed and deep characters, in cotton candy one easily accepts the eccentricities of very shallow characters; I do mean shallow as opposed to under developed characters. Think of the movie Shallow Hal. I takes talent to develop and portray the absolute shallowness of the members of the Paris Publique Plouquette Pitch, Grounds, Gardens, Grass Court, and Lawn Club, PPPPGGGCLC for short.
In this story a young bus boy is mistaken for the greatest detective of all time and is hired by the ultra-elite club to find a particular trophy that was stolen many years prior. The comedy of errors that ensues when the young bus boy decides to play the part is wonderfully done as he bumbles his way through the investigation. Among the absurd things he encounters are over the top exotic, impossible even, animals and a game that no one except the excessively snobbish ultra-elite even knows about.
Pigeon is light reading at its finest. It took me a day to read through this charming detective novel. This is definitely a ‘G-rated’ book.