L C Tyler's hugely enjoyable murder mystery revolves around another crime writer and his obnoxious, rude and chocolate-addicted literary agent. Middle-aged and disillusioned writer Ethelred Tressider makes a moderate living by writing under three different pen names. Nothing much has happened in his life since his divorce from enigmatic and entirely untrustworthy, unfaithful Geraldine. When his ex-wife's rental car is found on the beach near Ethelred's home with a suicide note torn from his own writing paper on the passenger seat, life takes a rather unexpected turn for Ethelred and his literary agent.
Accustomed to scattering red herrings (which prompted his ex-wife to nickname him "the herring seller"), Ethelred unaccountably takes little interest in the real life investigation of his wife's disappearance. When a body is found and he is asked to identify it, he takes even less interest in finding out who strangled his ex-wife. What's going on? asks his literary agent Elsie Thirkettle, before biting into one of Cadbury's finest nut and raisin chocolate bars, purloined from Ethelred's cupboard - then she dives into his private papers and photographs, when she finds herself left alone in his flat for a few hours.
Told from two points of view, Ethelred's and Elsie's, the story unfolds gradually to reveal a man fed up with the predictability of his life and an agent who feels far more for her long-term client than she's been able to let on over the years or been willing to admit to herself. Through many twists and turns we discover in the end what we have come to suspect since the "postscript", which L C Tyler has helpfully provided as a stand-in for a prologue: Ethelred the Penguin is far from harmless or guiltless!
Funny and very perceptive, the author draws on his own experiences as a writer to flesh out Ethelred for us, citing a writer's many baffling qualities, mishaps and frustrations. I feel for him when a character he has created for one of his crime novel seems to come to life and "takes over" every plot the writer intends to write and fashions it the way the character would like the story to go, contrary to the writer's plans. It is certainly true that after a while a story seems to write itself, with the characters often flitting off into unexpected and unplanned for directions!
The novel has a strangely timeless feel and it is only towards the end that we are reassured it is set in the time of the Internet, mobile phones and other modern conveniences. Apart from that, it could be set in the 1950's or 1960's, the 1980's even, for it has that yester-year quality about it in style and traditional "Agatha Christie" style content. Can't wait to read the follow-up novel "Ten Little Herrings", which I wisely bought alongside this book, when I discovered them sitting companionably side by side in my local charity shop.