Kate Atkinson sets her recently retired investigator, Jackson Brodie, in the midst of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. There’s a car crash followed by a road rage beating with a baseball bat witnessed by everyone stuck in the traffic jam that everyone recalls differently and no one remembers anything useful. Except Jackson Brodie. Then the fun begins. Atkinson describes in delightfully painful detail the qualities of experimental theater and the superciliousness of Actors and Artistes. Additional deaths occur, Jackson’s romance falters, and a new one replaces it, jugglers and unicyclists cram the Royal Mile of Edinburgh’s main drag, but the real fun is not the mystery of who done what to whom, but the take down of people who hold themselves in excessively high esteem.