A good classic old-fashioned mystery. I admit the British terms and the way things were worded had me a little confused at times and I’m sure I didn’t pick up on all the humour. Overall, I enjoyed this book and had fun trying to solve they mystery along with Purbright and Love. I enjoyed the banter between the two of them. I look forward to reading more books from this series.

Thank you to Netgalley and Farrago for an ARC copy of the book.

I really enjoyed this English mystery. The dialogue and descriptions are witty and sometimes wickedly funny. One man is described as having “distrustful eyes and a wide slit of a mouth, designed, one would have thought, for the duel purpose of loud talk and voracious feeding.” However, he made “miserly use of his most extravagant feature, for he ate little and spoke only one-sidedly, as though half his lips had been sewn up to prevent waste of words and body heat.” (location 79).
There is a lot of great personification…i.e., .skeletal trees with tapering, motionless fingers. The language is so vivid. It’s a delight. There are a lot of big, uncommon words used and some that may have even been made up, like “whiskilated” ferocity.
The three main police are all so different. Officer Love is sweetly naïve. Mr. Chubb is kind of a bumbler. Purbright is very insightful and ultimately puts all the pieces of the mystery together. While people show up dead, there isn’t any graphic violence. It doesn’t need it. The mystery takes twists and turns and there are a few surprises along the way. I highly recommend it. I will definitely be checking out the rest of the series.
Thank you to Farrago for providing me with a free e-copy of this book. I was not required to leave a positive review. All opinions are my own.

Alas, Colin Watson, author of Coffin, Scarcely Used is no longer with us!

Alas!

This thoroughly delightful novel was just what I needed to get through the winter blahs. It stars Inspector Purbright (and he is), one of the main characters in Watson's 12 Flaxborough novels. The book is set in England in the 1950s, and is replete with proper English. There is none of the slang one so often finds in modern mystery novels. The characters may hate each other, but they communicate properly.

As the novel opens, a fellow named Carobleat, a wealthy man by town standards, is laid to rest as cheaply as possible, which has the town on its ear. Carobleat presumably died of natural causes, but when his next door neighbor Marcus Gwill dies six months later, the causes are anything but usual. This attracts the attention of Inspector Purbright, who deems the neighbor was murdered.

A good many characters actually spent time with Gwill before his death, including the Widow Carobleat! What to make of that? And then there are those strange personal advertisements in the weekly newspaper--the very one that was owned by Gwill, but now goes to his nephew. With his sidekick Sergeant Love, Purbright is on the case, and thinks he is getting close when someone else meets his untimely demise!

This is a delicious novel filled with comedy and dry wit, things that go bump in the night, lively interactions, and a plethora of red herrings. I smiled, and often laughed out loud, every time I picked up the book. And, it's a whopping good mystery. I want to read them all.

Thank you NetGally and Farrago Publishers for making my day--and several nights--with this wonderful novel, which is the first book in the series..

I received a free advance copy of this book from the publisher via NetGalley and this is my unbiased review.

This is a fun British whodunnit that hooked me quickly and kept me entertained and intrigued from the first page to the last with a great cast of characters, witty dialogue, and a classic mystery with twists and turns that kept me guessing. It was a bit old-fashioned but I enjoyed stepping back in time for an afternoon of reading pleasure. This is a perfect read with a cup of tea and a scone.

What an amazing discovery of this delightful book by Colin Watson, and how wonderful to learn there are more where this came from.

This is an old-style British police procedural with good, solid detective work that takes place in the respectable seaside town of Flaxborough in 1957 or 1958. It is a little gentler and more slow-paced than today's non-stop-action thrillers, but that does not mean it is in any way lacking in suspense, complex plotting, well-developed characters, or a seemingly endless supply of ingenious ways to die.

Prominent citizens of Flaxborough are dropping like flies, and it falls to Detective Inspector Purbright and his team to figure out what is going on. Suicide? Accident? Murder? There are clues aplenty, but they don't always lead in the right direction. And just when you think you've got your suspect, he dies.

The ending is a surprise, believable but unexpected and a marvelous lead-in for the next book in the series.

And if nothing at all happened in the storyline, the language alone would be worth a read. It is droll and dry and funny, sometimes laugh out loud funny. I often found myself doing a double-take at some particularly outrageous turn of phrase, or just stopping to read a sentence or paragraph over and over just because the wording was so devilishly clever.

I received a copy of Coffin Scarcely Used from NetGally and Farrago Books. I loved it, and am on my way to read Bump in the Night, the second book in the series, right now.

Colin Watson was a well-known writer of crime fiction set in the fictional small town of Flaxborough during the late 1950's. Farrago Books is bringing back new editions of the series beginning in February. For those who have an interest in British crime fiction, Coffin Scarcely Used is a treat. The town of Flaxborough is filled with quirky characters, both likable and unlikable. The main character, Inspector Purbright, is perhaps not the most charismatic but provides gentle humor and a dogged determination to solve the case. There are more twists and turns in the investigation of the related deaths that I could count. It kept me on my toes and I have to admit, I did not see the solution coming!

Thanks to Farrago and NetGalley for an advance copy. The opinions are my own.

I read this book thanks to NetGalley, and I pushed it up my reading list in order to have it coincide with its republishing. This book was originally published in 1958, and the difference in 'Vintage mysteries' are very clear when it is written by someone who actually lived in the era.

This is based in a small town of Flaxborough and the local constabulary is decidedly trying to get to the bottom of the case before Scotland Yard needs to be brought into the scenario (unlike most others that I have read, where Scotland Yard are the heroes). There is something to be said for local knowledge of the people of the town.The tale starts in an innocuous fashion, with just the funeral of someone we know very little about. A few months in to the future, there is another death. This death starts our Inspector Purbright down a path to identify the kinks in the case.The revelations are complicated and the ending was quite a surprise to me although I had given up on trying to guess the outcome.

The narrative has a very round about way of coming to the point and even though it might not appeal to a lot of people, I enjoy it ( I feel like giving myself a self-congratulatory pat when I decipher what the actual joke in all of the explanation).Overall, it was good read and I am looking forward to trying the next in the series and hopefully it gets better from here.

This was a fun read with great characters and lots of twists.

I was wooed to this murder mystery because the reviews likened this to a humorous mystery novel. As someone who likes humor in my Mysteries I said let’s jump in. The book had a couple parts where I chuckled but no place did I laugh my face off. Another reviewer said that she started with Book 2 which was funnier, we will have to see. I found the way to the conclusion to be very well written. Overall I think this is a well written mystery and I became obsessed with the characters. Almost instantly I was taken with Purbright. I found him to be brilliant. Will try the others and I will report if they get funnier because I was hoping for a little more humor in this one. The cover of this and the other two being released over the next couple weeks are amazing!

Synopsis: In the respectable seaside town of Flaxborough, the equally respectable councillor Harold Carobleat is laid to rest. Cause of death: pneumonia.
But he is scarcely cold in his coffin before Detective Inspector Purbright, affable and annoyingly polite, must turn out again to examine the death of Carobleat’s neighbour, Marcus Gwill, former prop. of the local rag, the Citizen. This time it looks like foul play, unless a surfeit of marshmallows had led the late and rather unlamented Mr Gwill to commit suicide by electrocution. (‘Power without responsibility’, murmurs Purbright.)
How were the dead men connected, both to each other and to a small but select band of other town worthies? Purbright becomes intrigued by a stream of advertisements Gwill was putting in the Citizen, for some very oddly named antique items…
Witty and a little wicked, Colin Watson’s tales offer a mordantly entertaining cast of characters and laugh-out-loud wordplay.

I read an ARC and chose to write an honest review

This was a difficult book for me to "get into". I love British mysteries like Agatha Christie, Dorothy L. Sayers, etc., but this one was difficult for me. It moved slowly at first and there were a lot of jargon/slang used that I didn't understand. As I continued to read, the story started to get interesting, but I had to read about 50% of the book before this happened. The ending was a surprise, some twists in the plot.

This was a real breath of fresh air and took me back to the days of Agatha Christie where jolly decent folks in an idyllic English village setting had their quietude and passivity of their rustic provincial lives disrupted by one murder after another. Nasty business, but there is no reason why all of this can't be tidied up in a polite civilised manner. In comparison with no holds barred harsh brutal reality that crime fiction has evolved into today, (and there is nothing wrong with that) it redresses the balance to go back to the golden age of whodunnit and murder mystery. There is a strong market for this type of fiction evidenced by television with Midsomer Murders and Death in Paradise.
Originally published in 1958, the story is set in the fictitious coastal town of Flaxborough where six months after the death of a town councillor his next door neighbour was found electrocuted and his mouth stuffed with marshmallows! I took my time savouring this one, loved the humour, and was unable to predict the ending, which took me completely by surprise.

Delightful police procedural of wit and charm.

First published in 1958, so presumably set in the few years preceding that (although there are no clues to this and it could be earlier), but anyway set, perhaps in coastal Lincolnshire, in an age before computers, mobile phones, SOCO and modern forensics. It is rather pleasant to take a step back in time to see how it used to be done, or at least how Detective Inspector Purbright does it.

Colin Watson writes beautifully with vivid descriptions and with a humour that prompts a smile on every page.

The village of Flaxborough seems like any British mystery novel village, but like all those villages, it has its secrets. Inspector Purbright and Sergeant Love, the detectives of the series, know those secrets and are even prepared to guard them. But when a pillar of the community turns up electrocuted in the dead of night wearing bedroom slippers, with a mouth full of marshmallows, some investigation is required.

Purbright and Love don't have much experience with murder, and the reader gets to go along with them as they cope with an extremely convoluted set of clues. The mystery is complex but tightly plotted, the descriptions are rich and incisive, and the characters are memorable.

The book is also very well written. The quality of the writing is such that novel readers should read this even if they aren't mystery fans. Watson routinely uses the precisely right word at the precisely right time while producing an accessible, fun, and witty story.

Watson writes exceptionally well and I enjoy his brand of humor. Unfortunately though, the plot was unnecessarily convoluted and the solve wasn't particularly well done.

Much of the tone of the book is also irritatingly sexist. Forgivable in an older book where that would have been the norm, or when done deliberately either to humorously skewer the offending male character or accurately reflect attitudes of society in the past. But this book was originally published in the 1980s and meets none of the aforementioned criteria. I was actually amused by it until I realized Watson a) had set his book contemporaneously with the time it was published, as far as I could tell, and b) definitely wasn't kidding.

I've read plenty of mysteries with far weaker plots and solves, and Watson does write well, but on the whole this was underwhelming and kind of irritating.

Fun, cozy mystery that is better explained as a cast of crazy characters all with their own charms.

While this book has some great lines and the author has a wonderful grasp of language, I found it very difficult to get deep into the story and ride along with any of the characters. It could be the writing style after reading so many mysteries from present-day authors. There was just something that I could not reach or connect to that would bring me closer than an outside viewer of detailed events happening on the page. I learned that this book is part of a television series. I'd like to give that a try to see if maybe it's just my inability to invest in any of the characters because of the writing style. Or I may just put this one aside for a while, then give it another try a couple of months down the road.
It's worth picking up to give it a read if you enjoy a mystery from an earlier time.

British Mystery Filled with Odd Characters

Flaxborough is a seaside town where little happens. Purbright, the amiable Detective Inspector, is intrigued by the funeral of Harold Carobleat. Usually, when a town notable dies everyone turns our for a good show. In this instance, Carobleat is mourned by only his wife and doctor.

The town is quiet for six months then Carobleat’s neighbors start dying, or being murdered. Purbright favors the latter hypothesis. Although he receives little encouragement from his superior, he starts looking into the causes of death and finally convinces his superior that a killer is loose.

Written in the 1950s, these mysteries are typical of the time. The books move along with Prubright looking for clues, but the pace is not fast. The writing is filled with subtle British humor. If you’re used to hard-boiled mysteries the leisurely pace and laid-back humor may take getting used to.

I found the solution to the mystery too easy to guess, but it was fun to keep reading to find out how Purbright would uncover the clues. It was quite interesting.

This is the first of four mysteries by Colin Watson that are being republished by Farrago books. If you enjoy a cozy mystery with oddball characters, I recommend this one.

I received this book from Net Galley for this review.

The Flaxborough Mystery series was new to me. Glad that it is being offered once again to new readers. This book was a great introduction to DI Purbright's investigative methods and his unexpected wit. The author’s use of an unnatural funeral, strange ads, sinister marshmallows, and the supernatural kept the reader guessing about the identity of the murderer and his motive. Colin Watson’s plot was ingenious.

What I have read in the past, which has been published by Farrgo, never fail to disappoint, this book is no exception. Funny in a dry sense, a good and intriguing mystery and just so different from other books, I really enjoyed it and an certainly look forward to reading more both by this author and publisher.

I do like a good vintage-style clue-hunt in a book. The plot of “Coffin Scarcely Used” grabbed my attention, with the subject of electrocution involved in the shocking death. I enjoyed the leisurely dynamic between detectives Purbright and Love, with just enough wit to go 'round. And Flaxborough seems like a charming enough English town – it's just the type I would like to visit – if murder didn't just take place, of course.

There's some humorous bits of conversation in the story, like the following:
“'What killed him?'
'Failure of heart, naturally. But before that there was asphyxia and before that shock from the electrics and nothing before that except joys and sorrows and delusions, dear chappie.'”

Caution to the discerning reader: There is some mild foul language used throughout the book. Also there is mature, adult content alluded to, as part of the clues to the mystery.

Overall? I found the murder mystery itself to be intriguing. Usually I would be glad to know that some old-fashioned, vintage books are being republished for modern readers to enjoy, except that there were elements included in the story that I, personally, just didn't care for. I won't be pursuing more books in the Flaxborough series.

Thanks to NetGalley for a free copy of this book; I was not required to post a positive review.