So, what have I been reading, and what did I think of it?
Non-crime fiction this month (though I started it last month) is Andrew Caldecott, Rotherweird – thoroughly Gormenghasty, this opening book of the series set in a part of England that subsists under some other law. We see it in contemporary times and also in flashbacks to the point where it came to be. It took me quite a while to read it: I found it hard going, though I’m not sure why: there was a fair amount of action, and the characters were nicely complex – lots of detail and an interesting plot. Though I left it for a week or so at a time, I always remembered what was going on when I came back, and though, as I say, it was hard going, I still enjoyed it, racing eventually to the end of a very convoluted plot.
Now to crime:
TheCuckoo’s Calling, Robert Galbraith: you'll have heard of this. I hadn’t bothered with this for ages,
waiting for the hype to die down a bit. I didn’t have any expectations one way
or the other, and was delighted with the book straightaway. I found the two
main characters engaging and there was a good balance between their different
perspectives. Pacing is obviously a skill the author has developed already and
it was well applied here. Clearly these are not to everyone's taste, even when you push past the grudges against such a successful author, but I found it a very enjoyable read – I’m glad I have a few to
catch up on, though I'm already halfway through the third.
Here are a few more 'next in series' ones, authors not new to me but much looked-forward-to:
Catriona
McPherson, The Reek of Red Herrings: set in the Banffshire fishing community of
Gamrie in the depths of winter, this is the usual entertainment with lots of
philology thrown in – local customs and fishy mystery. The research is copious
but lots of fun, and the end is really quite shocking, even if you half see it
coming. I’ll be off to the next one soon.
LiesSleeping, Ben Aaronovitch: another excellent episode in this series, Rivers of
London. I really enjoy the throwaway sarcasm, the random architectural
observations, the erudition, the humour and the plots woven into history. I try
not to read them too quickly but there – there’s another one finished. Bother.
The Killing Code, J.D. Kirk: One of three excellent series currently set
around Inverness and the Black Isle. The wit is the same as in the preceding
books, but the quality of the writing is increasing. I really enjoyed it and
look forward to the next one, which I think may be out already - but it's another one to ration, I think.
Now for a couple of new authors for me:
Vanessa
Robertson, Death will Find Me: A promising and slightly different start – a
woman scarred by her experience in the First World War finding that her
handsome husband is no longer interested in her. There are a few inaccuracies
but not many, and soon we’re off in a sombre 1920s murder mystery set mostly in
Edinburgh, very nicely evoked and quite convincing. It’s like a sober version
of the Dandy McGilver books by Catriona McPherson, above, which I also enjoy. There
was perhaps a little too much reiteration of the heroine’s violent past and
ability to kill and generally look after herself – I hope this might be
something that calms down a bit in later books – but on the whole it was a good
read.
BelovedPoison, E.S. Thomson: I met the author and received a signed copy of Surgeons’
Hall, but she impressed me too much for me not to go back and start the series
from the beginning before tackling her fourth book. So here we are, in mid 19th
century London, at St. Saviour’s Hospital with Jem, a woman apothecary posing
as a man, and Will, an architect whose father died in the hospital’s care. It’s
lovely, luscious, with characters who look like Hogarth’s grotesques but have
real depth to them. Really excellent descriptions of the worst bits of London.
She’s used the mysterious little coffins held in the National Museums of
Scotland which I’ve known about for years and planned to use in a book except
that a colleague showed them to Ian Rankin first (drat), but she’s used them to
very good effect and I don’t grudge it at all! (no really. No, not very much at all. Only a very tiny bit.)
I have to admit to three did-not-finishes this month, though they'll remain nameless for now - in fact, I didn't get very far into any of them. This is unusual for me and it's possible that I just had too much in my head to take them in.
Anyway, I've returned to work on The Slaughter of Leith Hall, the 1763 stand alone, so that should keep me busy over Christmas! I had a good day at the National Records of Scotland on some background research, and I'm awaiting a photo or two from the National Trust for Scotland to help with some detail. After that my plan is to write Orkneyinga Murders 3, and we'll see what happens then!
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