This is a murder mystery with a very entertaining lady detective Rachel Alexander and her sidekick Pit Bull Dash (Dashiell). When she first lays eyes on the person who hires her to solve a murder, she describes him as ‘with a walk that announced his sexual orientation.’ The gay aspects of the book are done well for dramatic effect. The police are doing little to solve the murder as they are treating it as a gay bashing. The book was published in 1997 and I think at that time it was more of a dramatic statement instead of now where every movie and TV show is required to have at least one gay person represented.
At one point the gallery owner is hyping the work of the dead artist’s work in this way:
“It was his way of expressing not only his own alienation and the alienation all gay men feel, but a far larger issue, the alienation of the nineties, the understanding that we never really know each other, and the question of whether or not many of us care for each other.”
In addition to the murder, we are told that “Margritte is missing.” A basenji who is a valuable AKC champion. The author uses the tie from Margritte to bring in details of the Westminster dog show and use that venue with great effect. Margritte is nicely described in this paragraph:
He was immaculately clean, almost sparkling, a little foxy-faced boy with small rounded-at-the-top triangular ears and dark, alert eyes. He was a ruddy chestnut brown with white points on his face, chest, paws, and tail, a handsome, elegant, and with an uncanny presence, especially considering he weighed not much more than twenty pounds. He was clearly the kind of dog judges say “asks to win,” the kind of creature you somehow find yourself drawn to look at, no matter how many other dogs are around. It was no surprise at all that he was so successful in the show ring.
Dash has a good role in the book and is not overplayed with no anthropomorphism. Here is one passage I enjoyed:
“Does Dashiell actually… do things, I mean, besides protecting you?”
I looked down at my dog. The top of his head had been slimed by one of the other dogs. His big meaty mouth was agape and panting, a loop of drool draped delicately over his worm-colored lower lip. And he was covered in dirt.
“You thought he was just a pretty face?”
I am just bad at figuring out who the murderer is. I just go along with the story and enjoy it. It is all tied up very well in the end. I enjoyed the writing and it made me chuckle at times. The book to me was a quick read and I always looked forward to picking it back up. I would recommend the book but probably not vote it as the best mystery with a dog series, which I am still on the hunt for.