167 Pages. That's all.
Two transients (formerly known as beatniks, and later, hippies,) move into Lochdubh in an old colorful bus and park themselves on church land, with the blessings of Reverend and Mrs. Wellington. He was one of those men who were in the old days a gift from God to women, and it doesn't take long to have the village women's hormones in a viscous swirl around Sean Gourlay. His roommate, Cheryl Higgins, has a mouth like a sewer and hates coppers in various unspeakable languages.
Angela Brodie, Jessie, the twin sister of Nessie Curie, and Mrs. Wellington are in the forefront to welcome the two free-spirited young people into the community. In retrospect Police Sergeant Hamish Macbeth thought the day the Sean Gourly character arrived was also the day the devil came to town. At the time the women were rightly furious with Hamish.
Said Mrs. Wellington: These poor young people are hounded from pillar to post by bureaucratic monsters like yourself, Hamish Macbeth. These people of the road should be admired for their life-style.
Police Constable Willie Lamont has happily settled into Hamish's home, cooking and cleaning, with a serious touch of OCD. It left Hamish with the hunch that his own blood might prove to consist of three parts insecticide and one part disinfectant. Added to that was Willie's way with words, which exacerbated Hamish's regret of taking credit for the previous murder case instead of allowing Police Detective Chief Inspector Blair to take the shine as usual. The gentle Willie was proud of his study course in psychotry; had an aunt who lived in a condom in San Francisco. Hamish spent hours correcting Willie's mistakes and malapropisms in his reports. The only solution, he and Priscilla Halburton-Smythe concluded, was to find Willie a wife and get him out of Hamish's house.
The blind date they organize for Willie with the new receptionist at the Tommel Castle Hotel, becomes a blueprint for Blind Date-Bombs for Dummies 3.0. Now Hamish is convinced that the only wife suitable for Willie might be a vacuum cleaner.
Not so, it turns out to be. The new Italian restaurant owner's niece from Italy was a stunner. So beautiful that the behavior of men in town inspired the Scottish-Italian owner, Mr. Ferrari, of Napoli, to have his two cousins act as bodyguards around Lucia Livia. While the two Italians were guarding the street and the restaurant entrance, Willie happily moved in at the backdoor and unleashed his OCD on the floors and stoves in the kitchen. In Lucia's eyes, a true hero is born. Willie lands up in heaven, thanks to his OCD.
In the meantime, the behavior of the three Amazons protecting the gigolo Sean Gourlay change dramatically. Money disappears. Other weird stuff start happening, including the gruesome death of God's gift to woman. The case, says Detective Anderson, will never be solved by Hamish. He just feels it in his bones. .... Well, Anderson was wrong. So wrong.
As was the conniving Blair, when he tried to frame Hamish and got his evil intentions smashed by said Hamish Macbeth. Karma also kicked in, landing Blair in hospital with liver cirrhosis.
And so was the impression Angela, Jessie, and Mrs. Wellington tried to maintain of Hamish Macbeth. He not only saved two children's lives under severe circumstances, but also put his job on the line for women who least expected it.
To top it all of, a gossip monger declared Hamish and Priscilla engaged and announced in a newspaper gossip column without the two even being aware of it. For now. Unofficially. One can say they are sort of pushed into a long-term engagement, kicking and screaming, but with smiles right around their heads.
COMMENT
This was much more than just a murder mystery. Wives in all their variations—subversive, bossy, misandrist, helpless, strong, needy, independent—as well as the changing society, including the transvestite culture, are under the spotlight. Men in all their varieties—macho, misogynistic, effeminated, subversive, bossy, needy—were on display too. Religion's impact on societies becomes a focus, and without malice, all these social influences were actively supporting the story to its feel-good denouement.
This is one of the reasons why I enjoy this series so much. There's a deeper nuance to all the stories. M.C. Beaton handles her characters, as well as her diverse reading audience with compassion and respect. She always guarantee a good ending for the reader. It's never a soppy happy-ever-after affair. But the good of mankind always triumphs. Hope and Optimism survive. This is a reason why I constantly rate the novels in the series five star.
It's on us to review these novels from within our subjective environments. It's interesting to see how only certain aspects are criticized to suit our own agendas, while ignoring the rest. Our hero is sometimes a douche bag, and other times a hero. He is the main focus, with all his eccentricities and issues. Everybody else is just colorful sidekicks, male or female. Beaton takes advantage of every single weak or strong point of human nature and she smilingly rips into us. We're constantly looking in a mirror and is confronted with our imperfect, unacceptable pimples and wrinkles. She softens us up with satire. What more can we ask for? She's the gentle alter ego of Ricky Gervais, or even the late Joan Rivers. But she has a strong streak of Hilary Mantel, which she gleefully use against us. Realism. Not Romanticism. And we love her for it. Well, I most certainly and un-apologetically, do.