I finished “What Now, King Lear?” a few days ago. It’s a silly mystery novel; the plot unravelled quite steadily, to the point that I really didn’t care who did it by the end. “Gil Yates” is the investigator’s PI alter ego; by day, he works for his wife’s father’s real estate brokerage. He hates his job, his father-in-law and his wife. He was a little mean-spirited for my taste.

In short: Not my favorite book.