Reading Michael Innes’s mysteries in publication order with the Reading the Detectives group.
The previous few novels tried my patience sorely, with their extravagant South Seas and South American fantasy plots, but with The Weight of the Evidence Innes has come home—to a murder committed in an academic setting. This time it’s an imaginary provincial university of the second tier. A professor, sitting in the sun in a quad, has had a meteorite drop on him (not from the sky, from a university tower). Appleby is called in to assist the local constabulary in detecting.
Innes himself (in reality, J. I. M. Stewart) was a don, so he loves erudite chitchat and plots based on obscure scholarly points. This story has a wealth of intellectual characters (too many for some readers, but I didn’t have trouble remember who was who, perhaps because I was reading in paperback), most of whom had opportunity and more or less motive to commit the crime. Innes also has a remarkably sharp eye for social nuance, which adds to the fun for me. Appleby often seems to be pursuing his detection in a random and inconsequential manner, but in this story we got to see his notes near the end, where he lays out the key elements of the mystery. Even then I was baffled, so the dénouement surprised me and I was happy to chalk up one for Innes. All I will tell you is that nothing is as it seems.
Some people find the academic waffle a bit much, but I ate it up with a spoon. This gave me everything I want in a detective novel—weird characters, tangled method, and a resolution I didn’t see coming.