Death on the Riviera isn’t one of the best of the British Library Crime Classics series, but it’s a solid one. Bude’s plots and writing tend to the workman-like, and his detective is mostly a blank with no real personality (though his subordinate had a bit more of a personality here, with his love affair with someone involved in the case).
All of which is not to say that I didn’t enjoy this, because Bude’s books are absolutely archetypical for a certain period of crime fiction, and thus very relaxing. You know what to expect, and you get it — after a fair amount of puzzling things out, a few red herrings, and a dead end.
I have to admit, I missed a couple of the hints here, and had to flip back to see if I thought they were really telegraphed. Maybe not quite, there was one thing that isn’t really foreshadowed well (and I don’t think it would’ve given the game away to make it a little clearer), but it all comes together in the end.
If you’re looking for the best writing or the best plotting, this won’t be it! But it is solid for what it is, and exactly what I wanted (though E.C.R. Lorac delivers a similar experience with a better sense of place and character).