Would vintage 1930s New York be useful for helping me acclimatise? No. But it was jolly entertaining.
Dashiell Hammett’s “The Thin Man’ is sparse and very of its time. The characters are almost entirely unlikeable, apart from Nora, and it’s a miracle anyone was able to get any deducing done given that they all seem to hit the sauce before breakfast.
Still – an engaging murder mystery with plenty of glamour.
I’d rather have a bit of P.G Wodehouse though… Tally Ho!
