NoIn this fifth book of the series, Bernard Knight seems fully in his stride. His characters have become more rounded, whether through strife, adversity, or attempted suicide - something considered a mortal sin in those days - and the reader is drawn more fully into their lives, and thoughts, to either know and love, or know and loathe, them, depending on how they perseve them.
If I'm honest with myself, I constantly find myself feeling both - and all at the same time, depending on just how I can tolerate both the mores of those times, and how much I can grit my teeth over the sheer ignorance of them all, especially where women are concerned - but I can only blame that on being brought up in these modern times by a strong mother, who taught her girls that we can do virtually anything a man can! Lol
But, retuning to the book, Crowner John, as usual, is up to his neck with headless dead bodies, arguing tin miners, scolding women, and mysterious goings on where the murders he is investigating are concerned.
With pathology still basically in the dark ages, he's having a job to find answers to the many questions he has, to do with both those murders, and, rare for those times, trying to find the motives behind them both - and, as usual, he has to cope with the interference of his brother-in-law, Sheriff Richard de Revelle, in it all.
Not only is Richard causing him his usual grief but, as the Lord Warden of the Tin Miners, the Sheriff is also trying to keep John from investigating the murders of the two dead miners and, at the same time, trying to prevent John from looking more closely at the money involved, that he has skimmed off of the pricing of tin.
To make matters worse, John also has to deal with the fallback caused by the interim second Coroner, Theobald Fitz-Ivo, a drunkard, with no knowledge of the job, nor instincts as to how it should be dealt with. A man foisted on John by Richard, and his wife, Mildred.
Soon, there are even more problems for John to solve - one of them being the new pot man, taken on at the Bush, owned and run by his Welsh mistress, Nesta, who has suddenly got too busy to see him.
In this mix of madness and mayhem, John has to look deeply inside himself, to see if this job isn't as too much for him, as Mildred constantly complains about.
I enjoyed this book, but also found it - not slow, but almost too full of detail - something rare for me. The ending also bothered me, though it shouldn't have, as it showed a reality often missed in books of this kind, in that not every murder is ever solved.
I look forward to book six, though: The Grim Reaper!