The Llareggub Experience

The Llareggub Experience

The Llareggub Experience
ISBN 0 9533196 3 6Price £6.99
PaperbackNovember 2003
1st edition196 pages
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In 1950 Dylan Thomas visited Chicago on his first tour of America. James Mawdsley's mother had told him on her death-bed that he was the result of her one-night stand with the poet on that lecture tour. Believing himself to be the secret love-child of Dylan Thomas, Mawdsley had vowed to create a theme park in Wales in memory of his blood father and had settled on New Quay because the poet had lived there for a period during the Second World War. The theme park was to be called The Llareggub Experience after the fictional village in Under Milk Wood.

But, in the early summer in 1998, the body of James Mawdsley is washed up on a beach in New Quay with a bloody wound in his side. DCI Tallyforth and his assistant DS 'George' Elliott are sent to investigate.

Who would want to murder Mawdsley? Was the Prince of Wales involved? How was the Chief Librarian of the University of Wales implicated? What about his links to Plaid Cymru? Why did Mawdsley's ex-wife suddenly appear on the scene? And were there still some threads leading back to the Welsh bard himself?

These are some of the puzzles that Tallyforth and George have to wrestle with to discover the identity of James Mawdsley's killer in this taut and fast-moving thriller set within the beautiful Cardigan Bay in West Wales.

Published by Pierrepoint Press


The Llareggub Experience Reviews

"The fourth Inspector Talyforth mystery shows all the pace of the earlier stories of this Midlands DCI....Bob Bibby also writes travel books and shows that the same attention to geographical detail can be woven into fact and fiction with equal success. A cracking read."
Amazon review

"Oh, as I was young and easy under the apple boughs, Bob Bibby's book held me green and dying under the coal-black, bible-black, bombazine-mufflered, butterfly-starched, adjectivally-challenged world wherein I did dwell when Caitlin threw me out of our snug, hugamug, brothy stink of a kitchen into the potting shed. Rage, rage against the dying of the light ale." (How's that? It'll cost you a triple whisky - DT.)
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