An effortlessly atmospheric idyll that has a lot to teach contemporary cozies.
Murder eventually strikes a quiet Lancashire farm village in this slow-burning whodunit originally published in 1953.
Everyone in Lunesdale, it seems, covets Aikengill, the home Yorkshire accountant Gilbert Woolfall inherited from his uncle Thomas but has scant time to visit. On one of those infrequent visits, neighboring farmer Christopher Fell’s daughter, Betty, is cheeky enough to come out and ask if she and her suitor Jock Shearling might occupy two of its rooms in Gilbert’s absence after they’re wed. Lambsrigg Hall owner Daniel Herdwick, Jock’s employer and Thomas Woolfall’s longtime grazing tenant, wants to buy the acreage for his herd. The Rev. Simon Tupper, rector of the local church, thinks Gilbert should donate a substantial part of his inheritance to the Ewedale-with-High Gimmerdale church. Thomas’ housekeeper, Mrs. Ramsden, can’t quite bring herself to leave the house even though there’s no one in residence to take care of anymore. Her ambivalence turns out to be a serious misfortune, since Mrs. Ramsden is on the premises when someone sets Aikengill ablaze one night, destroying half the lovingly restored house and suffocating its faithful servant. The local police waste no time in roping Chief Inspector Robert Macdonald, a CID investigator on vacation from Scotland Yard, into the case. It’s Macdonald who’ll uncover the surprisingly complicated links between the fatal fire and a series of thefts of sheep and other valuables and identify a killer likely to take most readers by surprise since most of the villagers seem absolutely incapable of even the mildest criminal infractions.
An effortlessly atmospheric idyll that has a lot to teach contemporary cozies.Pub Date: July 11, 2023
ISBN: 9781728278537
Page Count: 288
Publisher: Poisoned Pen
Review Posted Online: April 10, 2023
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 2023
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Gloriously artificial, improbable, and ingenious. Fans of both versions of Horowitz will rejoice.
What begins as a decorous whodunit set in a gated community on the River Thames turns out to be another metafictional romp for mystery writer Anthony Horowitz and his frequent collaborator, ex-DI Daniel Hawthorne.
Everyone in Riverview Close hates Giles Kenworthy, an entitled hedge fund manager who bought Riverview Lodge from chess grandmaster Adam Strauss when the failure of Adam’s chess-themed TV show forced him and his wife, Teri, to downsize to The Stables at the opposite end of the development. So the surprise when Kenworthy’s wife, retired air hostess Lynda, returns home from an evening out with her French teacher, Jean-François, to find her husband’s dead body is mainly restricted to the manner of his death: He’s been shot through the throat with an arrow. Suspects include—and seem to be limited to—Richmond GP Dr. Tom Beresford and his wife, jewelry designer Gemma; widowed ex-nuns May Winslow and Phyllis Moore; and retired barrister Andrew Pennington, whose name is one of many nods to Agatha Christie. Detective Superintendent Tariq Khan, feeling outside his element, calls in Hawthorne and his old friend John Dudley as consultants, and eventually the case is marked as solved. Five years later, Horowitz, needing to plot and write a new novel on short notice, asks Hawthorne if he can supply enough information about the case to serve as its basis, launching another prickly collaboration in which Hawthorne conceals as much as he reveals. To say more, as usual with this ultrabrainy series, would spoil the string of surprises the real-life author has planted like so many explosive devices.
Gloriously artificial, improbable, and ingenious. Fans of both versions of Horowitz will rejoice.Pub Date: April 16, 2024
ISBN: 9780063305649
Page Count: 384
Publisher: Harper/HarperCollins
Review Posted Online: Jan. 20, 2024
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 15, 2024
Not the best of Connelly’s procedurals, but nobody else does them better than his second-best.
A snap of the yo-yo string yanks Harry Bosch out of retirement yet again.
Los Angeles Councilman Jake Pearlman has resurrected the LAPD’s Open-Unsolved Unit in order to reopen the case of his kid sister, Sarah, whose 1994 murder was instantly eclipsed in the press by the O.J. Simpson case when it broke a day later. Since not even a councilor can reconstitute a police unit for a single favored case, Det. Renée Ballard and her mostly volunteer (read: unpaid) crew are expected to reopen some other cold cases as well, giving Bosch a fresh opportunity to gather evidence against Finbar McShane, the crooked manager he’s convinced executed industrial contractor Stephen Gallagher, his wife, and their two children in 2013 and buried them in a single desert grave. The case has haunted Bosch more than any other he failed to close, and he’s fine to work the Pearlman homicide if it’ll give him another crack at McShane. As it turns out, the Pearlman case is considerably more interesting—partly because the break that leads the unit to a surprising new suspect turns out to be both fraught and misleading, partly because identifying the killer is only the beginning of Bosch’s problems. The windup of the Gallagher murders, a testament to sweating every detail and following every lead wherever it goes, is more heartfelt but less wily and dramatic. Fans of the aging detective who fear that he might be mellowing will be happy to hear that “putting him on a team did not make him a team player.”
Not the best of Connelly’s procedurals, but nobody else does them better than his second-best.Pub Date: Nov. 8, 2022
ISBN: 978-0-316-48565-4
Page Count: 400
Publisher: Little, Brown
Review Posted Online: Sept. 27, 2022
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2022
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