I've been in a book slump for the longest time. Well, I've been in a slump in general, for the longest time. I'd been having "one of those days" for the past couple of weeks, and this book got me out of it.
I was apprehensive about starting this book after the disappointment that was J.D. Robb, but this did not disappoint. Elizabeth George is an exceptional writer. She pens what seems, from the onset, a cosy mystery, a la Ms. Marple or the likes, but gradually turns out to be something much darker and more sinister. She takes time to build her characters, and the story itself; she has the knack of portraying her characters as realistic, rather than as empty shells of people merely existing to progress the story. Each of her characters have both good and bad attributes to them; you can't really hate any of them. This book marks the introduction of the characters that spawned the popular PBS detective series based on the titular Inspector Lynley, and his friends and foes. Inspector Lynely is the proverbial prodigal son, the golden boy - Eton-and-Oxford educated, attractive, and an Earl, no less. Reputed for his impeccable suits as much as for his skills as a cop, he is paired with the frumpish, difficult, and self-loathing Sgt. Barbara Havers. Havers is, as it is always in tales like this, the polar opposite of Lynley. Think Andy Sachs from The Devil Wears Prada, but as a cop. Thirty year old Barb lives with her parents on the "wrong side of Acton" in utter mediocrity. Her parents are, it seems from the beginning, slightly crazy. Also weak and frail, both physically and emotionally. The reasons, of course, are mentioned later in the novel, but one can't but wonder...
Due to her innate inability to work well with others, she was demoted from the CID, but is paired with our good Inspector to travel to the beautiful countryside of York to solve what seems to be the gruesome murder of a man by his daughter. Eager to prove her chops, she sets out to perform reasonably well during the course of the investigation, only to, for lack of a better word, fuck up, because of her bitterness and anger. That is not to say that she doesn't do her bit for the case; she does. If I had to fault Ms. George for anything, it would be for Barb's excruciatingly annoying inner monologue. Barb is not only self-deprecating, she also hates everyone and everything else in the world. While I would forgive such bitterness in a 16 year-old, it doesn't bode well with me when the character is about twice that age. Having said that, I also kind of understand where the self-loathing comes from, so I don't completely blame her. Also in the novel, are newly-weds Simon and Deborah St. James, characters that I came to adore; similar were my feelings towards Lady Helen Clyde, Lynley's special lady friend. Ms. George teaches you that with a little help from your friends, anything is possible. Even apprehending a "cold-blooded killer". Wonderfully interwoven with references and elements from popular gothic novels, especially the Bronte novels, A Great Deliverance hits all the right notes. There is, of course, also the curious incident of the dog at the nighttime.
There is definite comic relief provided in the novel, by way of Hank and JoJo somethingortheother, two over the top, crass Americans totally taken by the "English charm" and looking for the "verified, certified poop" about everything they come across. Ms. George plays wonderfully with the dry elements of British humour that I have come to love in such novels. It's hard to believe that she's actually American. There's elements of goth and horror in the book, also, but in its essence, the book remains a classic whodunit that will leave you saying "damn, I could've seen that coming, but I didn't."