I did enjoyed this thriller
from prolific Scottish writer Val McDermid. I’ve always wanted to read her, but
my desire to start another series has made the idea a complex problem. So this
stand-alone tale of historical happenings mixed with murder and modern science
was a good compromise. I did find that I liked the historical stuff much more fascinating
than the current issues that surrounded Jane Gresham. While it would not lead
to read anything Wordsworth wrote, I found the research appealing
Still, I would be remiss if I did not point out how all the characters are thinly designed –and some, like Tenille- just a stereotype with a bit more intelligence –though like a lot of teenagers, she does dumb stuff that hurts her more than helps. Everyone else is just mean and crotchety for seemly no reason. Not living in the UK or Scotland, maybe these people do act this way, but I found the repeated use of this cliché irritating. I could not even care about Jane’s relationship with her brother Matthew, which was more soap opera than reality.
Still, I wonder why McDermid
added the additional sub-plot of the murders. I think this book could’ve
succeed without them, as the McGuffin of the missing epic poem was good enough to
keep readers interested, but I guess she’s known as a crime novelist, so she had
to stay in her lane. Of course, it would’ve been a shorter novel, and
publishers need pages to justify those expensive hardcover releases.
I’m intrigued by McDermid’s
prose, but I wonder is any of her multiple series she’s penned are like this,
filled with stick-figure characterization, mean and ugly people, and a disappointing
murder reveal?
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