Perfect read for a stormy winter day when you are hibernating at home. This is the first Patricia Moyes featuring her CID Henry Tibbett and his delightful and insightful wife Emmy. In a rare twist for mysteries of this sort, they are fairly happy couple, and even more they are a fully functioning, supportive team. Henry doesn't have any addictions or cynicism. He has a healthy dose of skepticism as needed for a police officer, but apart from that he's a fairly affable chap. It's just unfortunate that murder happens on his vacation!
He and Emmy travel to the remote skiing village of Chiusa in the Alps, just past Innsbruck, on the border of Italy and Austria. It's a trek to get there, the journey from London taking over a day with trains and boats and more trains and even smaller local trains. On the trip Henry and Emmy bond with a few fellow passengers also heading to the tiny resort of Santa Chiara. It's such a boutique destination that it sparks intimacy among the other travelers. Moyes provides just the right amount of backstory on how many times the nationality of the residents have changed over the recent decades despite not having moved an inch, all depending on who's in power at the time. And her description of the setting pulls all the right levers to get the imagination painting a vivid, brisk picture:
"True, the railway itself ran through wide, flat green valleys, like the beds of dried up lakes but all around the mountains reared proudly, fresh green giving way to grey rock, to evergreen, and finally, high above, to glistening white snow. All the along the train, voices and spirits rose. The sun shone, and the snow, suddenly real, suddenly remembered, was a lure, a liberator, a potent magic. Soon, soon..."
“Behind the railway line, the mountains reared in white splendour: by now, the sun had left the village, but lingered on the rosy peaks and on the high snowfields. Far up the mountain , where the trees thinned out, just on the dividing line between sunshine and shadow, was a single isolated building, as dwarfed by its surroundings as a fly drowning in a churn of milk.”
Moyes creates a cast of characters that of course all become suspects yet they have believable backstories and foibles and disagreements, some petty, some that run deeper. Most are likeable, with the exception of the man who ends up murdered. Of course the 25 minute ski lift is involved - you don't go to lengths to describe the gun in Act One without it going off in Act Two. And maybe Act Three as well... Honestly Moyes nails the settings in a style that reminds me of Ngaio Marsh, and her fully rounded, relatable, complicated mix of characters is reminiscent of Dame Agatha herself - all high praise indeed. Truth be told I have already read a couple of Moyes and was much impressed so by the time I got around to the first there were no surprises, aside from the small surprise of the consistency of Moyes' efforts and talent as event from the very beginning of her series. (Sometimes it takes authors a while to hit their stride and the first few books are definitely works in progress - not so in this case.) And of course there's a love triangle, a love affair, and a more mature couple who's dynamic winds up being more nuanced than meets the eye.
I would definitely re-read this one and will continue to collect the recent reprints by Felony & Mayhem - so grateful that they are bringing back classic authors. This feels like a Golden Age mystery though it takes place in the 1950s, and yet doesn't feel dated at all.
One last point - I love the cover with one small caveat - Emmy has dark curly hair and Henry has fair, sandy hair, the illustrator mixed up their coifs!