What this novel has in abundance and in excellence: cosiness, plottiness, funniness and a set of hilarious, clever, competent, bumbling, lovely old people - and by old I mean, proper old, over 70. These folks are treated without sentimentality, without stereotype, and the humour comes from their foibles and indomitable zest for life, not from any laughs at their expense. The island setting on the North Sea isle of Sylt is glorious (cosy? tick). The crime is very well thought-through and meticulously plotted via flashbacks and a cross-cut narrative whose tempo accelerates to a nailbiting crescendo. Key names are withheld so that there is a patter of mini-reveals throughout.
The heroines and heroes: Walter and Heinz, two fussy curmudgeons with a zeal for discounts and tax evasions. Their longsuffering and suffering-no-fools cake-baking, flower-loving wives, Inge and Charlotte who excel as amateur sloths. Onno and Helga, two widow*ers who found second love late in life. And the force of nature Karl, a retired policeman who can't help meddling in police business and prides himself on his superior detection skills while at the same time also blithely wandering past an actual real crime. In the end, though, the senior citizens win the day (as they did in the prequel), solve the crime and enjoy their shots of egg liqueur.
There are also a whole raft of nice and interesting secondary characters, some of them actually aged below 45. And by the end, I had a little tear in my eye as there is a moving dénouement.
I am a fan of Dora Heldt all over again. She is the queen of cosy German island novels, crime, romance and otherwise.