Penhallow is definitely not your standard murder mystery. For a start, the reader knows straight out who the murderer is, and their motives. I really liked this concept, and in the hands of a great literary giant, this could have been an interesting analysis into the effects a murder has on those immediately affected. Unfortunately, Heyer is not a literary giant, and sadly, the book falls short.
This is such a shame, and if only Heyer had devoted more pages to the fall out after the murder, rather than the too many pages devoted to the bullying of Penhallow himself, I think this could have worked, and been carried off by Heyer. But she doesn’t; instead, the bullying of Adam Penhallow goes on and on, and for some of the characters it doesn’t change, so that I became a little bored with the narrative.
Each of the Penhallow children and spouses are forced to be trapped into submission by Adam Penhallow. He either holds purse strings, or can manipulate the person to be at his bidding. The house is not a harmonious one, and the characters devote a lot of time bickering at each other. The phrase: "Oh, do shut up” is a little over worked. So- one character considers: what would happen if Penhallow died? Wouldn’t everyone then be able to lead the life they desire? It is put to the test, with varied results.
We all presume that a look or a perceived behaviour can have more meaning that it actually does. This is certainly the case for one character- and with disastrous results. I found the police here a bit of non-entities, and two characters reactions to the second death (the aunt and uncle) would have been interesting to explore, but Heyer ends suddenly; or maybe she felt she had said all she wanted to say. Fir me, I wanted more here, and less of the prolonged nastiness.
The descriptions of the rooms and clothing can be a little much at times. I'm sure I didn't need to know the make and quality of every stick of furniture in Penhallow's bedroom. I loved the gay & lesbian characters in the novel. They slipped through the censors so easily, but with contemporary eyes they are quite blatant. So- read the book: it is light, with an interesting twist to the murder mystery tale, and wonder what would have happened if it was written by someone like Woolf, Graham Greene, or Chesterton as a moral tale.