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    Grave Apparel: A Crime of Fashion Mystery (Crime of Fashion Mysteries)

    By admin | May 15, 2008

    Binding: Paperback
    ASIN: 0451221788
    Manufacturer: Signet
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    Editorial Reviews

    Product Description:
    The “fabulously fun”* fashionista/sleuth Lacey Smithsonian is back in the case of a food editor who may have given her holiday sweater-hating coworker her just desserts…

    Customer Reviews

    Christmas Crime of Fashion by Judy Brown Eyes
    “Grave Apparel” is the fourth book in this mystery series about Lacey Smithsonian, a newspaper fashion reporter who works for “The Eye Street Observer” and who seems to follow her fashion sense nose into some weird and wonderful murder mysteries. Lacy is fortunate, she is an attractive career woman, she has good friends, and she has a glamorous vintage wardrobe, stored in a wonderful old trunk and inherited from her aunt. All this and more: Lacy also has a handsome ex lawman, turned security expert, for a lover, and he is also RICH!

    However, Lacy yearns to be a “real” reporter not just a fashion editor, and because of this, she has previously placed herself in situations where she has had to confront cold-blooded killers to solve mysteries. However, after several close calls, she is reluctant to do so ever again.

    But…this is the Christmas season and once again Lacey stumbles on a crime. Lacy gets placed in the middle of the battle between mother earth, anti-materialism editor Cassandra Wentworth, and the food editor Felicity Pickles. Cassandra is attacked in an alley during the Eye Street Observer’s holiday party and Felicity’s Christmas sweater is left at the scene. Lacey comes to Cassandra’s help after a phone call from a young child dressed in a shepherd robe who witnessed the attack and who runs away before talking to the police. Despite her reluctance to get involved since she dislikes both women, Lacey is pressured into investigating by nearly everyone at the Eye, and because a child is involved as a witness, and the police seem determed to place the guilt on this young boy, Lacy decides to investigate the crime. Once again, her detective boyfriend Vic, her free-spirited friend and hairstylist Stella, and her lawyer/friend conspiracy theorist Brooke, help Lacey to solve the crime.

    The Author, Ellen Byerrum’s experience as a Washington DC journalist, shines through and helps to make this a fun and facinating series.

    ‘Tis the Season for Murder by Cindy Chow
    Gaudy Christmas sweaters may be a crime against fashion, but they shouldn’t be a reason for capital punishment. However, newspaper columnist Lacey Smithsonian nearly discovers the contrary after she is blamed for an editorial attacking the sequined and glittery fashion faux pas. Lacy gets placed in the middle of the battle between the real culprit, cranky anti-materialism editor Cassandra Wentworth, and the food editor Felicity Pickles, who boycotts cooking her holiday treats until Cassandra recants. Instead, Cassandra is attacked in an alley during the Eye Street Observer’s holiday party and Felicity’s Christmas sweater is left at the scene. Lacey comes to Cassandra’s aid after being summoned by a phone call from a young child, a street urchin dressed in a shepherd robe who witnessed the attack and escapes before talking to the police. Despite her antipathy towards both women, Lacey is pressured into investigating by nearly everyone, from Felicity’s and Cassandra’s two paramours to her fellow reporters who are suffering from the withdrawal of Felicity’s baked treats. Against Lacey’s better judgment she’s soon interrogating Cassandra’s fellow radicals as well as her stalker, all in an effort to discover who has it in for the unlikable woman. Much more important to Lacey though, is the desire to rescue the missing witness whose life may be in danger from the would-be fashion murderer.

    The reluctant fashion columnist Lacey Smithsonian continues to be an entertaining heroine in this fifth entry in the Crime of Fashion series. The fashion tips never intrude on the plots, although they do often provide valuable clues. The reader sympathizes with how poor Lacey is virtually railroaded into starting an investigation, but it’s her softer side compels her to find the sassy and savvy urchin who is homeless during the holidays. Again accompanied by her steadfast and resigned detective boyfriend Vic, her unique and free-spirited friend and hairstylist Stella, and her other BFF conspiracy theorist Brooke, Lacey shines through with her sharp wit and determination. Author Ellen Byerrum brings in her experience as a Washington DC journalist to reveal the fascinating - and hilarious - side of newspaper journalism to this continually enjoyable series. This is the perfect treat for the holidays or any other time the reader needs some Christmas spirit.

    Chick Lit …? Sure, but something more, too by L. E. Cantrell
    If any book is positioned at Ground Zero for contemporary Chick Lit, this one is. The canny author, who is a member of a group of authors calling themselves “The Mystery Chicks,” for Pete’s sake, has hit just about all the points. “Grave Apparel” is a breezy-spirited book about Lacey Smithsonian, the attractive young woman with the glamorous wardrobe, the glamorous job, the (conventionally) wacky friends and the handsome hunk for a lover–a handsome hunk who has just unexpectedly turned out to be a RICH, handsome hunk.

    In tried-and-true Chick Lit form, all is not perfect in Lacey’s apparently glamorous life. She’s trapped in her newspaper’s fashion reporting ghetto–except for the odd occasions, that is, when she finds herself, by accident as it were, tackling cold-blooded killers with whatever improvised weapon might be at hand. But not to worry, that hardly happens more than once per book. The glamorous wardrobe may be both terrific and free, but in the four previous books in this series, it has led directly to those intimate encounters with the aforesaid cold-blooded killers, an unfortunate side-effect that some might regard as a definite buzzkill. And about that handsome, rich hunk, of course she’s full of angst: Does he love her? Is he faithful to her? More important, should she be faithful to him? How does he REALLY feel about that unspeakable, clingy ex-wife of his? WHAT direction will her relationship with the hunk take, and WHERE will it all END?

    Golden lads and lasses must, like chimney sweeps, come to dust. And so it is with mystery series: they must pay obeisance to the holidays. This is Lacey’s Christmas Adventure. The holiday season–and tensions–in the District of Columbia make for a pleasing and slightly unfamiliar backdrop. Naturally we are presented with Lacey’s chick lit shopping anxieties: how to make time to get to the stores and once there what to get. Can Lacey possibly give a gift to match one which she has received?

    And naturally, there are adorable moppets to fire up strong maternal emotions.

    Canny Byerrum is not foolish enough to change an effective plot that has worked four times before, so here is the plot of “Grave Apparel” [SPOILER ALERT!]: By a series of coincidences related to her job as a fashion reporter, Lacey stumbles on a crime. Lacey reluctantly, even half-heartedly follows up on the mystery, much to the annoyance of her colleagues who believe that she is poaching on their reportorial territory. Lacey delves into a trunk left to her by a dear departed Aunt that contains a treasure trove of 1940s and 50s high fashion stuff which just happens to suit her perfectly. [Say, how big is that trunk, anyway? It seems inexhaustible.] Almost by accident, Lacey finally confronts an individual of distinctly homicidal proclivity … and goes into Wonderwoman-mode, stabbing, beating, bonking, bashing or otherwise seriously discommoding the aforesaid antisocial individual.

    That is the plot of “Grave Apparel,” just as it is the plot of “Killer Hair,” “Designer Knockoff” and the rest. Now, before the self-appointed spoiler-police go apoplectic, I’ll point out that the value of the story is not in its plot but in its handling and the details. Besides, equally accurate and sweeping generalizations could easily be made about the stories featuring Sherlock Holmes, Miss Marple, Hercule Poirot, Peter Wimsey and Philip Marlowe.

    And it is the handling of the story and its details that make “Grave Apparel” a thing out of the ordinary. Ms. Byerrum has set her sights low (although admittedly straight at the hard-core book buying demographic), but I think that deep beneath her glossy exterior she hides the heart and soul of a real writer. Most cozy mystery specialists turn out flat, straightforward prose, seldom venturing on verbal flights. Take a look at this description of Lacey attending a Christmas party in the National Press Club:

    “It was a chance for the regular reporters to mingle in a place where they felt they belonged, by right of their profession, but they didn’t, by right of the hefty membership dues…. The walls were covered with photos of famous journalists from the ubiquitous Helen Thomas, the reportorial bane of presidents, to Margaret Bourke-White, the glamorous journalist who made her name in the 1930s and 40s and 50s. All the usual famous male journalists were present and accounted for, too, but Lacey’s attention focused on her role models, the women of the Fourth Estate. Missing, of course, were dames like Hildy Johnson, played by the fabulous Rosalind Russell in His Girl Friday, and the irresistible and in intrepid Brenda Starr from the comics.” [Page 40-41]

    Consider that transition, from mundane, work-a-day Thomas to distant, historical Bourke-White and then the leap into the realm of those magical dames, Johnson and Starr. (Don’t worry, Lois Lane isn’t forgotten, either. She turns up in Lacey’s thoughts elsewhere in the book.) That’s a leap not often found in today’s cozy mysteries.

    Or take this free flying commentary:

    “For most of the year, Felicity wore shapeless smocks in a depressing palette of earth tones and faded floral prints. But when fall kissed the air and the days grew shorter, she suddenly embraced her wardrobe of eye-popping, seasonally themed sweaters with a love that only a mother could bestow on a balky child…. By the day after [Thanksgiving], Felicity’s sweater mania was in overdrive. Christmas washed over her wardrobe like Santa’s tsunami. Wool, cotton, or one hundred percent acrylic, her sweaters blazed with Christmas bulbs, sang with choirboys, shivered with snowmen muffled in crimson and green and plaid with icicles in gold and silver, ho-ho-hoed with Father Christmas in velvet-trimmed burgundy Victorian tableaus, and on-Dasher-on-Dancered with Santa Claus, the jolly old elf himself, with his sleigh and tiny reindeer. She was a woman possessed.” [Page 3-4]

    This is Chick Lit, and intentionally so, but it is also at bottom a finely crafted story from a writer who understands her business better than most. Yeah, sure it’s Chick Lit but a guy can read it, and like it, too.

    Nice intriquing mystery by armchairinterviews.com
    The staff at the Eye Street Observer newspaper had a name for the fiasco that arose when an anonymous editorial (eventually discovered as written by staffer Cassandra Wentworth) disparages the seasonal sweaters worn as fashion statements. They call it Sweatergate.

    Food editor Felicity Pickles champions the wearing of the artistic fare and proudly flaunts her seasonal collection of wearable “art.” The editorial against her wardrobe choices causes her to stop bringing in her culinary creations to share with her colleagues at the office, and the boss notices.

    He calls on fashion editor Lacey Smithsonian, who has a history of dabbling in mysteries, to repair the damage. Smithsonian’s cell phone rings and the voice tells her to come outside where she discovers Wentworth on the street, whacked on the head with a huge candy cane, but living, and dressed in the most garish of holiday sweaters. That sets Smithsonian off and running on a quest to discover who did the terrible deed.

    If you can get past the contrived character names and skip over the trite romance that adds little to the plot, you’ll discover a truly intriguing mystery. Typical of the book’s setting of Washington, D.C., you’ll find politicians, lawyers, those driven by the latest cause, and even the homeless in the mix of characters. Add the other details of the clothes stolen from the figures in a creche scene outside a locked church, a party where business casual along with Santa hats are mandated, and a filthy apartment that housed the injured editor and her cause-obsessed friends, and the mix makes for an enjoyable quick read.

    Be prepared to discover you didn’t have a clue about the real mystery in this book until you almost reach the end–the way a fun mystery should be.

    Armchair Interviews says: Grab your favorite seasonal sweater and be prepared for a great read.

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