2006 alternate-history mystery, first in the "Small Change" trilogy.
In 1949, Britain is at peace with the Reich, which is still fighting
in Russia. At Farthing, a country house in Hampshire, one of the
architects of that peace is murdered. Jews and Bolshevists are
immediately blamed, but Inspector Carmichael thinks it's more
complicated than that.
It would be a cardinal error to approach this book purely as a
work of alternate history, though it certainly is that. Rather, it was
inspired by some of the great English mystery novels, and particularly
Brat Farrar. I mentioned in my review of that book that there are
inconsistencies about the date at which it's set; Walton took those
problems and built an alternate history out of them, in which someone
might have been bombed out during the Blitz but someone else could
have casually crossed the channel and got work on a ship in France
in 1941.
The atmosphere of 'tween-wars England is inevitably starting to fade a
little, but in this world it's still possible to keep up appearances.
And one of those appearances, in an author's joke with the reader, is
the country-house murder: but this is a country-house murder where the
victim is left with one of the armbands that Jews have to wear on the
Continent, and where there's no shortage of "them" to be given the
blame.
It's the political manoeuvres following the murder, which take up much
of the last third or so of the book, that I found weakest: not because
they're implausible, but because they are far too plausible, just
the same sort of obvious lie that people fall for by the millions in
the real world, both before and after the publication of this book.
Yes, it can happen here. It's not at all inaccurate, but it is
dispiriting and thoroughly predictable; this isn't a book to read when
you're already in a bad or cynical mood.
The narrative alternates by chapters between Inspector Carmichael,
sent by Scotland Yard to investigate the murder, and Lucy Kahn née
Eversley, daughter of the Eversleys whose house Farthing is, who's
taken the socially disastrous step of marrying a Jew but whose mother
has particularly insisted that she and her husband attend the house
party on the weekend in question. A rapprochement? Probably not. The
narrative voices are distinct, and unlike many dual-track stories both
held my interest.
The ending, while it plays fair with the reader, is unexpected,
effectively subverting one of the standard mystery tropes. The mystery
itself is a bit under-explored; it obviously provides the framing
narrative for the other things Walton wants to talk about, but the
solution relies too heavily on confession rather than deduction, and
rather too many clues are left dangling without resolution. In the end
the book is primarily alternate history after all.
In spite of these minor drawbacks, distinctly recommended. Followed by
Ha'penny, though I'll want to be in a good state of mind before I
tackle it.
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