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Kyril Bonfiglioli

    29 maggio 1928 – 3 marzo 1985

    Kyril Bonfiglioli fu un mercante d'arte, editore e scrittore celebrato per i suoi romanzi satirici. Il suo contributo più notevole è la serie con protagonista Charlie Mortdecai, un mercante d'arte amorale e a volte psicopatico. Lo stile distintivo di Bonfiglioli, ricco di umorismo e arguzia linguistica, viene frequentemente paragonato a quello di P. G. Wodehouse, un paragone che l'autore stesso riconosce all'interno della narrazione. Le sue opere continuano ad affascinare i lettori con il loro mix unico di assurdità e acuta critica sociale.

    Kyril Bonfiglioli
    Don't point that thing at me
    The Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery
    Something Nasty in the Woodshed
    All the Tea in China
    The Mortdecai trilogy
    After You with a Pistol
    • The Mortdecai trilogy

      • 528pagine
      • 19 ore di lettura

      Don't Point that Thing at Me finds Charlie momentarily distracted by a police charge accusing him of stealing a priceless Goya; a nuisance that he overcomes without passing up a single glass of fine wine or plate of foie gras. In After You with a Pistol Mortdecai is roped into a marriage with a beautiful Viennese heiress, who is willing to blissfully accompany him on his life of taste and intrigue as long as he can help her with one little errand: assassinate the Queen of England. Something Nasty in the Woodshed features Charlie, exiled in London due to his growing unpopularity fueled by the aforementioned shady art deal, taking refuge on the island of Jersey. What begins as a epicurean interlude morphs into a macabre manhunt as Charlie seeks to expose a local rapist.

      The Mortdecai trilogy
    • All the Tea in China

      • 272pagine
      • 10 ore di lettura

      This picaresque tale is set in 1840s London, India, China and Africa on an opium clipper on the high seas. Karli Van Cleef arrives in London under a cloud and embarks on a journey on the clipper, taking him through dark and dangerous adventures.

      All the Tea in China
    • Art dealer and assassin Charlie Mortdecai has fled to Jersey, taking his thug Jock along with him, just in case. For now though he's had enough of secret government agencies, of stolen paintings, of terrifying Chinese gangs, and he's getting on surprisingly well with his nubile young wife. But there's no peace for the wicked - and Charlie can sometimes be very wicked indeed. When it seems there's a sexual pervert at loose on the island targeting nice middle-class ladies, Charlie takes it upon himself to find the deviant. Which is how he finds himself in the dead of night up against a tree, his ear nailed to the trunk...

      Something Nasty in the Woodshed
    • Kyril Bonfiglioli's final novel follows the Hon. Charlie Mortdecai from adventure to misadventure via Jersey and Moscow to a final showdown in a Buckinghamshire bungalow of unparalleled hideousness. Tackling en route an unhealthy sprinkling of well-seasoned academics, a cryptic monk, an aristocratic Chief Constable, and more spies than you could shoehorn into a black stretch limo, Mordecai finds himself embroiled in another mission of international insecurity after the death of a lady don in Oxford. Left unfinished at the time of the author's death, the celebrated satirist and parodist Craig Brown supplies the penultimate, plot-resolving chapter.

      The Great Mortdecai Moustache Mystery
    • Portly art dealer and seasoned epicurean Charlie Mortdecai comes into possesion of a stolen Goya, the disappearance of which is causing a diplomatic ruction between Spain and its allies. Not that that matters to Charlie ... until compromising pictures of some British diplomats also come into his possession and start to muddy the waters. All he's trying to do is make a dishonest living, but various governments, secret organizations and an unbelievably nubile young German don't see it that way and pretty soon he's in great need of his thuggish manservant Jock to keep them all at bay ... and the Goya safe.

      Don't point that thing at me