I do love my British murder mysteries.
I do love my British murder mysteries.
#reread
I had forgotten how cerebral poet & Scotland Yard‘s finest,Adam Dalgleish,approaches his murder investigations.Initially the pace of the book is slow, with more thought and talk than action.
A brilliant but despicable forensic scientist is murdered in his own lab.There are almost too many possible murderers to count,so Dalgleish has to sift through them one at a time.The climax,and the “whodunit”it took me left me totally astonished!
It‘s a beatooootiful October morning in the Mitten. Saturday morning plans: ☕️ and P.D. James. The tagged installment had a verrryyy slow start, but P.D. & Adam have mesmerized me, so I‘m into it. Lots of setting the table in the first section. Then we get the murder and our golden detective finally appears. I have the next one in the series on my October bookspin too; both set this month, gotta read them now!
Starts out like a Christie book, setting the scene with one character hated by multiple people. Let‘s call him the victim, for he is found murdered. Then the police inspector arrives. Doesn‘t seem to do much, but the story unfolds. A cerebral book, though many of the sensibilities seem outdated.
Late lunch and reading for my detective fiction class. I haven't gotten far in this one but I find myself enjoying it more on its own merits than some of the previous books for this class; this seems like something I would read on my own.
This mystery kept me guessing until the end. Atmospheric setting in the misty fens of England, and a peek into the lives of a host of different characters.