Brat Farrar had been brought up in an orphanage, and worked in ranches and stables in the United States, until he became an expert horseman.

The stranger, Brat Farrar, has been carefully coached on Patrick's mannerisms, appearance and every significant detail of Patrick's early life, up to his thirteenth year when he disappeared and was thought to have drowned himself.

Brat becomes well coached in the family lore and is able to convince the family that he really is Patrick and that he didn't commit suicide, but ran away to America where he learnt horsemanship.

That said there is no viciousness in her attitude and the author comes across as a pleasant person who you would like to meet. Patrick had apparently written a good-bye apology and it was assumed to be a suicide note although no body was ever found. But as the doors open at last, a man in the queue is found murdered by the deadly thrust of a stiletto.Even then, her death notice gave her name as the pseudonym “Gordon Daviot”, with no mention of either her other pseudonym, “Josephine Tey”, or her real name.

We also use them to help detect unauthorized access or activity that violate our terms of service, as well as to analyze site traffic and performance for our own site improvement efforts. What a revelation is Brat Farrar by Josephine Tey, a thoughtful mystery of assumed identity I didn’t want to put down. Brat Farrar was published by the Folio Society in 2010, so this is the most recent book I've looked at. It’s an intriguing set up, if one is willing to suspend disbelief, and I always am for some sort of coincidental premise. I’ve read both of those (although the latter was 45 years ago and deserves a reread) as well as Man in the Queue, and A Shilling for Candles which are the first two Detective Grant mysteries.

Remarkables REMARKABLES Intriguing, stunning, or otherwise remarkable books These include fine editions, foreign publications exceptional for their interest or production, special editions and some first-rate books from very small publishers. He would like to see the place too: this Latchetts, where his twin had grown up in belonging quiet while he had bucketed round the world, all the way from the orphanage to that moment in a London street, belonging nowhere. I see what you mean about The Scapegoat, which I also read and loved last year, but it didn’t strike me at the time. Simon is set to inherit the family estate when he turns twenty one as both parents died in a aeroplane crash when he and his twin Patrick were young.