(I guess one could say this was neither the best nor worst of reads.)
I had great expectations when I chose this book. As a big fan of neo-Victorian crime novels, I couldn't resist. Although there have been a few historical mysteries in the past with Dickens as protagonist ( Dan Simmons' DROOD and William Palmer's Mr. Dickens series come to mind), I guess you can never have too many.
However, this Redmond book may have been written with the best of intention but not with the best of execution. It was a pre-read hope. It was a post-read despair. It may have been set during the best of times, but this was not the best of crimes. (OK, I promise I am now finished with annoying references to some of Dickens' more famous lines.)
Heather Redmond is the pen name of Heather Hiestand, who has written many romance novels. This is her first mystery, in a planned series with a young Charles Dickens as crime-solver. This first book takes place in 1835. Dickens is an almost 23-year-old budding journalist and aspiring playwright and novelist. He works for the EVENING CHRONICLE, under editor George Hogarth.
As this tale begins, Charles is dining at the Hogarths, in the company of Hogarth, his wife and his four daughters, the eldest being Catherine, with whom Dickens is newly smitten. The meal is interrupted by cries of distress from a neighboring home and when they go to investigate, they find themselves involved in what may very well be the murder of a 17-year-old neighbor girl. As they investigate, the discovery of a previous death one year to the day of another 17-year-old girl makes them suspicious. Are the deaths related?
Charles' and Kate's investigations have them meeting up with a large cast of suspicious characters, most of them aristocrats or theater folk. There are numerous red herrings set up somewhat clumsily by the author as our two protagonists set out to uncover the truth in a rather haphazard manner.
I found this mystery to lack a bit of polish. The writing, character development, development of the mystery itself, the dialogue, all felt awkward and did not flow well. Some of the clumsy red herrings set up to develop the mystery were puzzling and left me with more questions than answers. And I didn't get a very good feel for anyone as a person. In particular, I found Charles and Kate to be extremely bland and their budding romance was looked at superficially and with rose-colored glasses.
Neither mystery nor characters nor romance are very convincing. I wish Redmond had added more salt and vinegar to the characters. From what I have read of Dickens and his life, he was a bit of a "dick" but here he comes across as somewhat milquetoast. In addition, the love and attraction between Dickens and Kate presented here seems too idealized, especially considering that in real life Dickens tosses poor Kate aside rather callously after 20 years of marriage, 10 children and at least two miscarriages, so that he could enjoy a midlife crisis at 45 with an 18-year old actress, Ellen Ternan.
On the plus side, the author does throw in some accurate details about Victorian life and about Dickens' personal life. She has done her research in that respect. However, that doesn't make up for the lackluster mystery and characters, since all that historical detail can be found when doing cursory research online or in reference books.