My first impression as I got through the first few chapters: blah
A poor girl gets murdered, but that's not the problem. Murdered girls move the plot along and are often essential for setting up a good story. MY problem is that the author goes to great lengths to let you know this girl is ugly. She's ugly, she's fat, no man wants her, therefore she gives it up easy, and is a slut. Special mentioned features to let you know she's ugly: she's a redhead & has FRECKLES. The HORROR! It's not enough that the author describes her this way while she's alive, but when the detective sees her poor corpse, he can just TELL, even through the *bloating due to strangulation* and being dumped in water, that this girl is FAT AND UGLY. Well screw you, too.
By Ch 8: It feels as if I've tried to start watching a soap opera about 15 minutes into a single show. I don't know who all these people are, who's important, what their relationships are to one another, etc.
We've two women dead, one of whom happens to be friends with the main (?) character, the detective. (I can't really tell, as the majority of the book seems to be from the point of view from one of his friends, who may or may not be lecherous.) I'm 8 chapters in & the only thing the detective has really done is cook up some bizarre plan to have his friend masquerade as an antiquities appraiser in order to 'infiltrate' the house where the murders occurred. Oh, and do some arts & crafts...he honest to goodness spent several pages decorating a music box with little pieces of glass, for the friend who is (to me, very reasonably) a suspect in the murder. Up to this point, the most well-described character is the poor ugly girl who died in the first chapter.
All of this would be forgivable if the story was actually interesting, but I feel like I could skip entire chapters of this thing & it wouldn't make a difference. I've started skimming, trying to get to the "brilliant" parts that would lend this book to receiving reviews that use the words "dazzling," "masterful," and "talented writer."
Oh, and the other woman who was murdered? I found out more about her from reading the back of the book than I have in 8 chapters. Sometimes, this is understandable in a mystery book...the characters need to determine WHO has been murdered. But they don't. They know her name, who she is, and apparently she's even famous.
I still haven't quite figured out WHEN this book seems to be set. They mention "the war" and when the detective gets upset at a girl, he's described as getting "shirty." Everything seems rather genteel, proper, and above-board, but the characters have all seemed to have slept around (hinted at) and the F word is used once. It's a bizarre amalgamation of styles & it grated on me.
Ugh. Perhaps the first few in the series were decent, *surely*, since the author has managed to milk this thing for (currently) 23 books...but this one was terrible.