British crime mysteries have always charmed me. They have a very distinctive flavor and atmosphere. For one thing, all the different regions have different characteristics, in both geography and personality. My fall selections for this category take place in such locations as the Outer Hebrides off northern Scotland, as well as on the south coast and over in the Midlands.
One of Peter May's most intriguing series is a trilogy
that takes place on the Isle of Lewis, part of the archipelago of the Outer
Hebrides. The central character is Edinburgh Police Detective Inspector Fin
Macleod. Fin left Lewis 18 years earlier, returning once only for the funeral of
the aunt he lived with for several years. He had never looked back until he was
sent to solve a murder that may have involved old friends and auld
acquaintances he had not forgotten.
As the second book in the trilogy, The Lewis Man (Quercus,
September 2) begins, Fin has come to the realization that he and his police career are
not a good fit, so he packs up his belongings and moves back to Lewis. He is
camping out and living rough while he restores his parents' derelict cottage, when
there is a bit of excitement on the island. Changed little over the centuries, the custom of harvesting peat for fuel can, on occasion, yield secrets from the
past. Now, a thin brown arm reaching out of the bog seems to be attached to an
ancient Celt, because it is withered and deeply brown. But there is a cute
little tattoo of Elvis on it. And the rest of the remains point to a tortured
Well, that was then, but now we have DNA and these double helices from the
Lewis Man are a sibling match to someone on the island. This someone is an
elderly farmer, Tormod Macdonald, whom Fin had known for years and who always
claimed to be an only child. But Tormod is now suffering from dementia, and
spending great amounts of time living in his head, revisiting his past. His was
one of those childhoods spent in care and under the heavy hand of keepers, whose
main job descriptions were sadists with sticks.
One of Fin's other aims in returning to the island was to repair fences
and reestablish old relationships. So when Tormod's family asks for help in
this matter, because the local police are looking hard at the Lewis Man's only connection, Fin agrees to help. Fin has always had difficulty leaving his own past behind, but he tracks
Tormod's secrets. Naturally, he turns over stones that are hiding surprises,
mysteries and evil things that scuttle away trying to remain buried in the sand
before he is finished.
The story is as captivating and forbidding as the Hebrides themselves. I
read it when it came out in the UK in 2012.
Periphera and Sister Mary Murderous have mentioned G. M. Malliet's Max Tudor adventures
before (see here, here, and here). Tudor is a vicar at St. Edwold's, in the not-always-tranquil village of Nether Monkslip in rural
England. But once upon a time, Max worked for MI5 and, for one reason or another, he seems to need the skills useful in his previous life more than he could ever
Max and the villagers have been through A Wicked Autumn (followed by A Fatal Winter and A Pagan Spring) and they are now looking
forward to A Demon Summer (Minotaur,
October 7), the fourth
book in the series. One of the problems this summer arises from local Lord
Lilselivet, the 15th Earl in that lineage, who had never met a
person he couldn't dislike––and the feeling was usually mutual.
One day, an ill-wisher slips him a dose of gastric discomfort
encased in a fruitcake made by the Handmaids of St. Lucy of Monkbury Abbey. The
earl's ire results in the bishop asking for help from Max Tudor––which is a
turnabout, because he usually is counseling Max to stay away from murder investigations.
This is a good thing, because at this abbey there also turns out to be a corpse
in the cloister. Max is back again in MI5 mode.
Max wants to put this case to rest, because he is
looking forward to his own good fortune, in the form of marriage to a lovely
lady who is not exactly the ideal vicar's wife in the eyes of some in the
village because of her independent beliefs.
Malliet always provides an interesting tale with characters
you can identify with and root for.
It seems that earls just like to cause trouble. In Sally Spencer's
eighth book featuring DCI Monika Paniatowski, Supping with the Devil (Severn House, October 1), there's the Earl of
Ridley, who is planning to hold a rock festival on his vast grounds. This is the
1970s, Monika has some of the few XX chromosome pairs on the police force
and she's not particularly welcome. She recognizes that the move by the Chief
Constable to make her an advisor to the earl is really an attempt to wreck her
One of the earl's novel moves has given her some concern. He has chosen to
employ the notorious Devil's Disciples motorcycle gang to provide the security
for the festival. Added to this is the fact that the earl's mother is also
outraged enough to want to throw a spanner in the works.
When the body of a tabloid journalist is discovered, the CC excludes
Monika from the case, but he may find to his detriment that you can't keep a good woman down.
This is a story that takes on Monika after she has been around a while, so her
back story may be a little vague, but the threads of the plot are laced with some
humor and unexpected complications. I am really looking forward to this one.
It's a bit of déjà vu for mem perhaps.
A little lighter fare is this debut novel by a young
librarianm Ashley Weaver, Murder at the Brightwell (Minotaur, October 14). If
you enjoy the Georgette Heyer mysteries, or the Dolores Gordon-Smith Jack
Haldean series, this may a nice choice for a fall read.
Amory Ames is a wealthy young woman who has a
rickety marriage to a young playboy, Milo, so she takes the opportunity for a
trip with an old friend who is going to a luxury hotel, the Brightwell. This friend
also happens to be ex-fiancé Gil Trent, who is trying to stop his sister from
marrying a wastrel. Seeing a reflection of her own marital woes, Amory is happy
to help. But when the disreputable
ladies' man, Rupert, sticks his spoon in the wall (a Georgette Heyer phrase
meaning "kicks the bucket") and Gil is arrested, Amory is determined to prove his innocence.
complicated when Milo turns up and Amory enlists his help in her investigation.
Although theirs is an uneasy alliance, the stakes are high and the lines
between the friends and enemies are blurred. A little romance, high society
gone awry and murder, what more can you ask for? By the way, if you haven't read Gordon-Smith's Haldean series, you are in for a treat. He is an interesting and complex aviator who flew in World War I and is now a private detective.
Back in 2008, in
John Harvey's Cold in Hand, Charlie
Resnick went through a particularly distressing time and then must have gone
into hibernation or retirement. But now he's back, in what is supposed to be the final Charlie Resnick book, Darkness, Darkness (Pegasus, September 15). Charlie Resnick is famous for his love of Dagwood sandwiches, jazz and
his cats named after jazz greats, Dizzy, Miles and Pepper.
Charlie worked out of the Nottingham district and had an excellent squad
working under him, and is now asked to return to active duty when a cold case heats
up. The original crime was the disappearance of a woman during the Miners' Strike of 1984-85, which tore the country apart with civil discord and turned
friend against friend and fathers against sons. Some of these enmities still exist.
At that time, Resnick had recently been promoted to Inspector and he played a peripheral
role in the case.
The case is slow moving, but the most intriguing part of the story is the
flashes back and forth through the years, which meld the past and present of
Resnick's life. Another book, which uses the Miners' Strike as a backdrop for
murder, is Reginald Hill's exciting Underworld, a Dalziel and Pascoe adventure.
I have been a longtime fan of Charlie Resnick and I am sorry to see him
go, but he deserves to sit back with his cup of coffee and his Thelonious Monk
or Bessie Smith album and put his feet up. Harvey reports that this is
certainly the last crime novel that he is going to write. I will keep up with
John Harvey through his blog on Goodreads.
Finally, if you enjoy reading mysteries going a bit further back in time, with a
sharp eye for period detail, take a look at Charles Finch's latest, The
Laws of Murder (Minotaur, November 11), which takes place in
Charles Lenox is a Victorian gentleman who enjoys
exploring via armchair, and relaxing in his study, reading quietly, and sipping
tea. But there is another side to Lenox. He can't pass up a mystery, and at one
time he could be found looking for clues throughout London; in Mayfair, in
pubs, in the halls of parliament and beyond into the rarefied airs of Oxford.
But more recently, he has
been a sedate Member of Parliament until he realized his calling was to do
something a little more active. Lenox joins a group of friends in a new venture––a detective agency. He hopes he still has all his sleuthing faculties and will
get a chance to prove this when a friend, a member of Scotland Yard, is shot and
killed near Regent's Park. He is on the case to prove his mettle.
The clues are quite
intriguing: an unlaced boot, a recent wound, and a mysterious luggage ticket––untraceable. Sherlock would have loved the case. Mostly, Lenox reads the message
in the clues as danger ahead, but he
is ready for anything!
In a few days, I would
like to share with you some stories of home-grown crime that top off my fall
British crime is definitely tops on my reading list as well. I'm about to start the Peter May series and the Malliet series has been in my list to try for some time now.ReplyDelete
Becky, have you tried the Ann Cleeves Vera Stanhope series or her Shetland Island Jimmy Perez books? There is nobody I can compare to Vera I must say.ReplyDelete