At the end of last year, I won a competition on Goodreads. It's the first time I can remember that I've won something, so that was exciting, and then the book came and I got very excited because honestly, who isn't excited by owning a new hardback? Especially when it's signed. If that's not exciting to you, you have no sense of adventure.
I was even more excited, because the death of RD Wingfield is one of the greatest tragedies for detective fiction that I know of. The man was a genius. I loved his writing. I loved his characters, his effortless interweaving of subplots, the fact that he didn't feel the need to go out of his way to make every single mystery related to every other mystery and shoehorning be damned. As far as I was concerned, the man could do no wrong. Frost is a fantastic character. I am a massive fan. James and Henry, I thought, I am ready to be impressed, but it's going to take a fair bit to do it. I hope you are ready for that.
By and large, I enjoyed it. It was a clever move to make a new book a prequel to the old favourites - it gives you more of a blank canvas to work with, and perhaps you have less to worry about in terms of making deliberate references to previous books. They did a lot of good things with that - although, for me, Frost didn't feel any younger. He felt like almost the same Frost, in a slightly different departmental set-up. From a prequel, I could have done with a bit more devotion to how Frost's past worked. For preference, I would have liked to see more of his wife - I always found that intriguing, but that's a personal preference. What was there, I enjoyed.
In terms of the other familiar characters - how do I love thee, Superintendent Mullett? Let me count the ways. Mullett has always been my favourite. The social order of Denton police has always been the most interesting bit. And on that, this book did not disappoint. All the old favourites were there - a bit younger, a bit thinner, no less sarky. (Is this the first instance of Frost calling Mullett 'Hornrim Henry'? I shed a small nostalgic tear.) I come to Frost books for the mystery, but I stay for the interplay between the characters. Top-notch.
As for the actual crime, and the detecting miscellaneous... I thought it was good, but not outstanding. Having an awful lot going on, and the characters being stretched very thinly, is par for the course with a Frost book, that's what makes it different from other crime novels. Honestly, it didn't have the ease and grace of Wingfield's writing. Close, but no cigar. It was as if, in some way, it was trying very hard to be like Wingfield's writing, but it marginally missed the mark. The unnecessary business with the gym teacher. There were connections, between plot strands, where there didn't need to be. Part of the genius of Wingfield, in my opinion, is that there were lots and lots of solutions, rather than one big neat one. This got that, most of the way, but not quite enough for me. The content was pretty much spot on. It got the atmosphere of Denton very well.
The whole thing took me a little while to get into, and when I did, it trundled along very well indeed. I'll be looking out for the next one - apparently there's another one? - and I'm sure I'll enjoy it. It was pretty good as a novel in its own right, but as a successor to Frost, I'm not completely convinced. However, I'm not convinced in a way that might just be teething problems - it's entirely possible that once James and Henry get into their stride, they could be onto a complete and unreserved winner. For me, they're not quite there yet. But close. Three stars.