Is murder ever as much fun as when DI Vera Stanhope and her creator, Ann Cleeves, allow readers to ride side-saddle? Incomparable and uncompromising, devoid of airs and graces and forthright to the point of being blunt, Vera is overweight and unattractive by her own admission and radiates a "like it or lump it" robustness. Maybe that is part of her success as her whole embodiment catches people off guard for the very fact that she is contrary to what you expect a senior detective to be - basically, a well-presented man.
A routine check-up at the doctors has seen Vera encouraged to make some "important lifestyle choices", but overweight and with a fondness for the bottle, that news was never going to be a surprise to her. After finding yoga excruciatingly boring as "ideas charge around ones head, sparking a need for action", and the torture chamber gym out of the question, a regulation ten lengths (well, eight truthfully) of the swimming pool is her concession. Enrolling at the Willows Health Club in the out-of-town hotel where she won't be seen by her colleagues, Vera even jokes she is the "sloth of the swimming world". Five minutes in the steam room and a super-strength latte afterwards are her reward. Except her five minutes in the steam room bring her face to face with the dead body of Jenny Lister, age forty-one and a social worker and resident of Barnard Bridge where she lived with her eighteen-year-old daughter, Hannah. Evidently strangled by a thin ligature, fingerprints and DNA evidence is a write-off, but thankfully DI Vera Stanhope of the Northumbria Police is on hand!
The narrow-minded of the village are not slow to inform Vera of Jenny's involvement is a controversial and divisive case at work which saw a member of her team sacked, pilloried by the media and ostracised by a community. That this woman, Connie Masters, has recently moved to the village makes her prime suspect number one, but as Vera cajoles and wheedles out the specifics of the case several discrepancies emerge and force her to question the events. Connie was dismissed following an inquiry which surrounded the drowning of a young child, Elias Jones. Vera takes her own look and soon finds the investigation is not quite the open and shut case it appears. It isn't lost on Vera that very few people got close to Jenny or were privy to her innermost thoughts, causing her to wonder if it was a survival technique on her part. As Vera gets word of an unsuitable younger lover and discovers the outline for Jenny's planned book, the discovery of a petty thief at the Willows Health Club sees her returning to the scene of the crime and soon investigating a second murder.
Narrated in the third person with a particular focus on DI Vera Stanhope, Ann Cleeves also sporadically portrays things from the perspective of "Boy Scout" DS Joe Ashworth and DC Holly Clarke, and her occasional tendency to get above her station. Astute charmer Billy Cartwright is the crime scene manager who Vera cannot fault and detective Charlie the only one with a private life in as much disarray as Vera herself! The contrasting personalities of her team combine to make a highly entertaining read. Vera says what her readers are too diplomatic to enunciate, and her internal discourse (marked in italics in the book) is a source of wry amusement. Specifically she is the first one to raise an opinion on the victim (priggish and a "cross between Mother Teresa and Gandhi") and Vera knows that that combination is never witnessed in real life and is altogether more comfortable with sinners!
Undoubtedly Vera relies to a great extent on her Sergeant, Joe Ashworth, from the hours he puts in much to the dismay of wife Sarah, to his availability for a short notice summit at Vera's house. Yet even he does not go uncriticised and is never spared Vera's perceptive eye, even though she acknowledges how he is the son she never had and the only man who she has ever felt close to. One of Vera's many telling insights is how Joe represents her feminine side - so much more empathy while she herself provides the muscle! In turn, Ashworth's unspoken opinions and honest criticism adds to readers feel for Vera, from her habit of steaming straight in to confront suspects and her inability to delegate. With a profusion of credible suspects drawn from a variety of Jenny's life and several cleverly disguised red herrings, Silent Voices is a tense and well-plotted affair, and as the village does battle with rising floodwater, Vera's trusting four-wheel drive sees her charge into action. Needless to say there was never any mention of Vera returning to the swimming regime..
Having seen how Brenda Blethyn has captured the essence of Vera and made the role her own, it only adds to the enjoyment of this novel, as the shambolic, scruffy screen image loiters in the back of the mind. Although Vera doesn't care how she is perceived she is astute enough to understand that she didn't really have a lot of choice in the matter, being somewhat dragged up and spending most of her time with a gruff and picky father, Hector. Vera never shows any urgency to change her ways or take more care of her appearance, but you do get the sense that her lonely life isn't all she once envisaged. Cleeves provides a wonderful portrayal of a multifaceted mature woman that will leave readers with an empathy and admiration for DI Vera.