Aug 17, 11
Read in August, 2011
James' main characters, in this book, are nearly insufferable. They're all directed inwards - which has been a strength in other books, but in this one it's just overdone and unrelenting. Were there ever so many people in one place so relentlessly fixated upon solitude and privacy. Egad.
Too, Dalgliesh is in love, but it's not happy love, it's blah blah blah I keep missing dates, she'll never love me, do I dare hope she'll love me, me me me.
It's hard to pull off that 'do I dare hope' stuff. In this book it just makes me tired.
And the mystery - place is as important as time in this sort of book, and the place is interesting, the characters are well drawn. The murder is ghastly and the clue is faithfully provided, if only you're alert enough to catch it (I wasn't). But still, I rank this book at the bottom of James' efforts. It doesn't seem to have a lot of heart or life to it.
It's tired. AND it's tiring.