(WARNING: This review was written under the influence of Cabot Cove hype.)
I’ve always been hard on this series and that’s because it’s very low-hanging fruit that somehow rarely gets picked properly.
Original author Donald Bain had a rocky start, details-wise, but his mysteries were always pretty good. He eventually rectified his prior continuity gaffes and settled into a post-season eight groove, writing solid whodunnits starring bestselling authoress and world traveller JB Fletcher. The books read like travelogues but Bain was very good at it and he went on to write or co-write 47 books in total.
The 48th book, Manuscript for Murder, was Jon Land’s first solo effort. (Bain was credited on Land’s first book, and a few before that were co-written by Bain and a family member.) Manuscript for Murder was steaming hot garbage. Clearly Land had lazily just reworked an old unpublished thriller of his and added a frame where Jessica read the novel. How exciting! Not. It was very much like those mid-series episodes prevalent in seasons 6 and 7 of the show: failed back-door pilots that JB would introduce by reading a letter from an old friend. This ballsy stunt, to me, was a red flag, proudly planted by the publisher to declare in no uncertain terms to the reader “We don’t give a toss about you or this dumb IP! Buy this crap, dummy!”
Much to my surprise, Jon Land improved exponentially with each successive novel. JB had finally found herself a worthy co-writer since Bain’s last good effort ( maybe Close-up on Murder.) Until his last, book 52, which was complete, um, excrement***. Maybe Land had seen his impending sacking written on the wall or maybe he’d gotten sick of the job, but Murder in Season sucked. Suuuuuucked. All the more disappointing as it’s the most Christmassy of all the books. There were a few positives and a few nice scenes, sure, but not enough to rank it higher than a 1 out of 5.
Enter Terrie Farlie Moran with book 53: Killing in a Koi Pond. Talk about terrible books. Dear Lord! This was beyond awful. Koi Pond was worse than the most milquetoast, stupidly boring episode of all the series and all the novels. At least Bain’s and Land’s worst efforts were at least morbidly, excitingly moronic. Moran’s first was just a cringey bore. The murder plot was tame and lame, and Jess was written completely out of character. I don’t know what Moran’s previous writing experience was but evidenced by this book it must have been writing copy for the Lane Bryant catalog. Suddenly Jessica, because nothing, was a poor man’s Anna Wintour. The less said about that one, the better. Thankfully, with Debonair in Death the author has toned down her tendency to overly describe the fashions of the characters. Really doesn’t fit Jessica, that.
Suffice it to say, long story short (“too late!” cried all the Clue fans), I’d so utterly lost faith in this series that it took me a year and a half to check back in. Hoping, mind you, that Moran had been a one-off writer and somebody else now shared JB’s byline. Much to my chagrin, that wasn’t the case. Much much-er to my surprise, Moran actually did a good job!
First things first: finally, they gave the readers what they want—Cabot Cove! And not just some glorified cameos, and not diluted by Bain’s superfluous inventions. Bain’s major creation, Inspector Sutherland, JB’s long distance beau, does make a cameo and one of Bain’s more memorable stories is referenced, but that’s all to the good. This, along with the writer’s treatment of Cabot Cove and its denizens, prove that Moran has done her homework and boned up on the novels and television show both.
Here we have the residents of that infamous hellmouth as they appeared on our screens. They even have starring roles and speak and behave as viewers would expect them to. I have all the time in the world for JB puttering around Cabot Cove. If she was puttering around Manhattan, I’d have no patience for it.
That said, be careful what you wish for. “Readers want Cabot Cove? Ok, Moran! Give ‘em a whole chapter on a Friends of the Library Committee meeting!” Holy crap! I felt like I was at that meeting. And I didn’t want to be. There was another similar episode earlier in the book, too. Give me Cabot Cove but with a mystery unfolding. I don’t care what the library’s up to in this much detail if it’s not germane to the plot.
Now, the mystery itself isn’t anything to write home about. Which is why I’m not. In fact, it’s pretty slim. Honestly I’m so fussed about Moran getting the details right I’m kind of glossing over the plot. Funnily, with Bain it was the opposite: forgiving the details because the murder plot was solid.
The lacking plot probably explains the padding with the false peril storyline and the reading of the minutes of the committee meeting. But like Land before her Moran has rebounded from a terrible, soulless debut to what amounts to a pretty good effort. Hopefully the following two books, which I haven’t yet read, keep the momentum coming and she doesn’t crash and burn a la Land.
So congrats to Moran and all involved. More Eve Simpson next time. And how about Ethan Craig? Maybe visit Maine and talk to some locals. There’s more up there than lobster and blueberries. Mainers are a particular people. It’s not all tony coastal towns peppered with fishermen.
Now for a list of things that irked me. What? It wouldn’t feel like a MSW review without some nitpicking! And some of these nits are sizable.
-JB Fletcher, maybe because real world politics, is bizarrely almost anti-cop here. For some reason she is dead set on shielding a key witness in a murder investigation from the sheriff, her good friend. She’s extremely gung ho about it. This Jessica seems to completely mistrust Mort and the Cabot Cove justice system. Why? It’s never failed before. This just seems like bending over backwards to make sure JB doesn’t get “cancelled” by morons for being too cozy with law enforcement. As stupid as that sounds, nothing else accounts for it. And it leads to even more stupidity…
-The aforementioned false peril is extremely trite and annoying to read about. The manicurist witness’s ordeal as a suspect is unbelievable. Not for a second would you believe she may actually be found guilty or, heaven forfend, believer she may actually be guilty. None of this is helped by the fact that she is written as a completely gutless airhead. That’s all there is to her character, too. Where are her family and friends, by the way? In her time of needs she only has her boss and her local bestselling authoress?
-Almost in the same vein, and worst of all, part of the reason JB gives for shielding that witness is because after discovering the dead body she’s “not fit to talk to any men.” Mm hmm. So a guy hit on her while she was giving him a manicure then immediately backed off when she wasn’t interested, then she finds his dead body… How would that make a grown woman scared of ALL men? Excepting of course the good Doctor Seth Hazlitt who tends to her. This is pure malarkey. I guess this is what the academics call toxic femininity. Hysteria trumps reason, don’t even ask? I thought we left that kind of thinking far behind? I guess we’re back to infantilizing women, Moran? Got it.
-There’s another small episode of bowing to lunatics when Jessica grumbles that men are always telling her to lock her doors. Oh, men! Always looking to protect women! This just seemed like an old-fashioned “oh, men!” moment, but you don’t see much of those anymore, especially “oh women!” moments. I think they’re fine and true to life, I just don’t think they’re part of Jessica Fletcher’s vernacular.
-Continuity errors strike again! Mort should know Michael Hagerty, right? In the books and the show. At least he’d have heard of him. Anyway, that whole stunt of Jessica’s was extremely out of character. She’d never mislead Mort, for one. Maybe she realized how awful a friend she’d been to Mort the whole book and that’s why she left him those brownies.
***Upon reading Murder in Season again, I have changed my opinion.