** spoiler alert ** 
 Hey, how come I never got to kill anybody in an elaborate Dionysian ritual? It's a fundamental part of the college experience. 
 This was an amusing, if heavily cliched, little mystery about murder in a private college in Vermont. The students are all 1940s aristocrats who speak in a Transatlantic accent. The campy gay man wears purple and might as well be in some offensively lazy reality TV show. The twins commit incest. Everybody is angsty. So on and so on. 
 At least the author had the decency to kill off the most annoying character.