It's 1960 and Sergeant Ben Kella of the Solomon Islands police force is only a few days into a routine patrol of the most beautiful yet dangerous and primitive areas of the South Pacific. Yet, already, he has been cursed by a magic man, stumbled across evidence of a cult uprising and failed to find an American anthropologist who has been scouring the mountainous jungle in search of a priceless erotic icon. To complicate matters further, at a local mission station, Kella discovers the redoubtable Sister Conchita secretly trying to bury a skeleton, before a mysterious gunman tries to kill her. Mission-educated yet an aofia - the traditional peacemaker of the islands - Kella is forced to link up with Sister Conchita, an independent and rebellious young American nun, in order to track down the perpetrators of a series of bizarre murders…
The book survives because of its depiction of the Solomon Island native customs and the conflicts with Western civilization. The story, ...meh. Too many characters, not enough drama, some details not believable. Still, I enjoyed the two main characters (a feisty nun and a native police sergeant with a mind of his own).
A whodunit set in the picturesque, relaxed, melanesian tropics. What more could you want. This was a holiday without the holiday for me.
Many unexpected twists, impressive use of language, and, Kent employed the use of cultural references/knowledge throughout which provided authenticity. I felt the end was slightly rushed/anticlimactic, but nonetheless a highly enjoyable read.