Hello! I hope everyone’s enjoying the summer? I’m back with a book review. I’ve had a dodgy couple of weeks but I’m feeling better, I think. I’m resting mostly and limiting contact with people because of the exhaustion. Last week I had an ‘aural overstimulation’ day, my head felt like it was being invade by every noise no matter how quiet and that my mind was being bombarded (does anyone else get that?). I had to retreat to my room and silence. It happens sometimes and I can get nasty if I don’t have time in silence. Anyway, on with the book review.
The Gower Street Detective, Book 4
London, 1883: All is quiet at 125 Gower Street. Sidney Grice is swotting up on the anatomical structure of human hair whilst his ward, March Middleton, sneaks upstairs for her eighth secret cigarette of the day. The household is, perhaps, too quiet.
So, when a beautiful young woman turns up at the door, imploring London’s foremost personal detective to solve the mystery of her father’s murder, Grice can barely disguise his glee.
Mr Nathan Garstang was found slaughtered in his bed, but there is no trace of a weapon or intruder. A classic locked-room case. But what piques Grice’s interest is the crime’s link to one of London’s most notorious unsolved murders. Ten years ago, Nathan’s uncle aunt and servants were murdered in their sleep in the very same house.
Now, it seems, the Garstang murderer is back…
I can’t decide whether there’s an element of piss-taking in this novel, poking fun at the whole genre and the Sherlock Holmes novels in particular, but I liked it. It took me a few goes to get in to the book, but once I did I spent twelve hours straight reading it. It really kept me gripped and I love the characters of narrator mad Miss March Middleton, and Sidney Grice the terrible snob, Molly the Maid who’s daft and impertinent, Cook, who can’t cook, and all the rest of them; a delightful collections of absurd creations. Despite the absurdity, the mystery is quite gripping, and the resolution unexpected. I’m not going to give away the ending but you definitely get misdirected by the recollections of the murderer and the available clues. It’s a locked room mystery but the answer is puzzled out eventually, with the help of ribbon. ,
The writing was fun, the characters enjoyable and the mystery satisfying. If you like your Victorian murder mysteries I recommend it.