2012 historical mystery; first in Huber's Lady Darby series
(post-Regency amateur detection). Lady Darby has retired from society
to her brother-in-law's Scottish castle after the death of her husband
tainted her with his scandal, but her sister is throwing a party, and
not everyone will leave it alive…
Well, this is Scotland as written by an American, and as usual
there are many things that just ring slightly wrong – starting with
our heroine's given name, Kiera, and her sister Alana. (Even in the
USA, these were essentially unheard-of until about 1969 and 1943
respectively.) There's a "precipitous" engagement – that doesn't
involve a cliff. The smell of a corpse is disguised with a dead
raccoon (an animal notably not found in Scotland; perhaps Huber was
thinking of free-range haggis). It's an style that irks me because it
implies a complete lack of care (by author and, if any, editor) about
the quality of the work – and because fixing it wouldn't require any
significant changes to the plot.
It irks me more in this case because the plot and characters have
interesting elements. Lady Darby's late husband was writing an
anatomical textbook, prefiguring Gray by a few decades; he was unable
to draw, so he forced his wife to do the illustrations, and since she
actually did the looking at corpses she's now generally regarded as a
deeply unnatural woman, and a suspect for anything dodgy that comes
along.
Meanwhile we meet Sebastian Gage, libertine and son of "London's
gentleman inquiry agent", who might as well have a sign hung on him
saying "destined romantic hero", and takes charge of the investigation
while the house party is waiting for the authorities to arrive (and
sufficient authorities to deal with a matter of aristocratic murder
are a long way away).
It's all very by-the-numbers at times (and everyone's far too willing
to talk about their marital infidelities), but the brutally honest
appreciation of how little a woman of this era can do, if opposed by
husbands or parents, lifts this out of the cosy historical fantasyland
and move it towards something more like Anne Perry's William Monk
series. (At least the early ones that I quite enjoyed.) I'll at least
try another.
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