By Muriel Dobbin
March 23, 2008
In Joseph Caldwell's The Pig Did It (Delphinium, $22.95, 195 pages), it almost doesn't matter who did it, because this is such an enchanting story told in graceful prose lilting with irreverent Irish humor. What makes it even more delightful is that this is the first in Mr. Caldwell's forthcoming "Pig Trilogy."
It is a novel full of the deliciously unexpected, an account of a young American, Aaron McCloud, who is distracted from his romantic problems by what may be one of the great pigs of literature.
This pig is a formidable animal which thinks nothing of digging up a corpse in the garden of McCloud's aunt, Kitty McCloud, who almost steals the book from the pig. She is a best-selling novelist who has made her fortune by writing books in which she blithely corrects what she sees as the failings of the classics and endows them with happy endings.
She tinkers with such books as Charlotte Bronte's "Jane Eyre," in which Kitty has Mr. Rochester throwing himself from the burning house, and his mad wife surviving to become best friends with the pious heroine.
Such an aunt is unlikely to have a predictable reaction to a dead body in her garden, and she doesn't. She accuses her neighbor, Lolly McKeever, of killing "Declan Tovey, the last of the good stout men" because he had spurned her (Lolly's) romantic advances. Who actually killed Tovey is revealed in a hilarious finale warning of the danger of laughing at ludicrous best-sellers, or the even more severe consequences of kicking a pig.
Especially this pig.
You can hardly wait for part two of the "Pig Trilogy."
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