Rating: 3.75* of five
The Book Report: Inspector Thomas Lynley is called to a snobby uppercrust English school by his Old Etonian pal, now a schoolmaster in the place, to investigate the disappearance of scholarship boy Matthew Whately. All too soon comes the moment when the disappearance becomes a murder investigation thanks to the discovery of little Mattie's body in the churchyard containing Thomas Gray's tomb, by none other than Lynley's formerly beloved Deborah who is now wife to Lynley's crippled pal Simon Allcourt-St. James. Lynley and Havers spend a great deal of time chasing their own tails, interviewing people they don't suspect of the crime, and mucking about in the lives of the Great and the Good until they look like the Gross and the Godawful. Much awfulness is revealed in Lynley's life, the lives of the masters and staff of the school, and the parents of the various boys. Worst of all is the vile, vile motive for the murder of the poor child: When it was revealed, I had to put the book down and cry.
In the end, of course, the proper person is brought to justice. But the wrack and ruin of all the lives that touch this murer investigation is the truly chilling part of this story. Everyone, literally everyone, in the purview of the investigation is changed by it, not always for the better. No matter how awful the fate of that first murder victim, at least he will never have to live out the rest of his life broken, exposed, pitilessly scrutinized by uncaring and unsympathetic strangers.
Odd to envy a murdered person; I suspect several of these characters end up doing so.
My Review: Time for a rant: Pedophilia is very, very awful. My mother was one, so I know firsthand. And let me tell you something...the *vast* majority of pedophiles are heterosexual men. The idea that gay guys are pedophilic is a grave misconception. A vanishingly small percentage of the men who end up in law enforcement's tender ministrations for child sex crimes are NOT straight married men. So when George uses homosexual pedophilia in her plot, it grates like a woodrasp on my already frayed nerves. /rant
Okay. Well, a lot happens in this book, and not a single bit of it is unmitigatedly good. Surprise, right? George is so well known for her sunny, cheery, cozy books! But this is unusually grim. Havers and Lynley suffer some nasty personal blows. They come face-to-face with unsettling truths about themselves, less so about each other, but absolutely every single twist and turn in this plot is believeable because George makes sure it's grounded in what the characters think and feel. It's a very, very well-crafted book. It's unsettling, as a murder mystery should be if it pretends to accuracy. It's hard at times to read, but in the end, the reader emerges with a profound belief that nothing on this EARTH could make committing a crime worth the risk...therefore it promotes the health of the commonweal. Long may Lynley and Havers investigate!