An easier read than some of Parks's foregoing stories, I enjoyed this mainly for its geological technicalities. Similar to Magnus Mills (whose 'The Restraint of Beasts' I've read more recently), Parks uses firsthand memories to illuminate the particularities of a niche professional sector. Whereas Mills gives us itinerant fence-builders, Parks plunges us into the dusty worlds of stone quarrying and geological surveying. There's plenty of rock-analysing jargon, which like Christie's understanding of the pharmacology of poisons, adds a forensic plausibility to the plot.
This being Parks, we get a death, and in the mould of the traditional murder mystery, we know about it early on. In this case it is more a manslaughter mystery as the crystalline instability in substandard rock is blamed for the death of a crane operative. His widow seeks answers, which is where 40-ish Peter Nicholson comes into the story. Flown over from the UK into the Mediterranean, Peter seeks to walk the line between competing demands as he prepares his investigative report.
This being Parks, we get an affair too, which allows this to be read as within the equally expansive cannon of late 20thC novels on negotiating middle-class infidelities. I found this angle less convincing. I couldn't fully fathom why the younger woman kept with Peter, or get a reading of emotional depth for either. That said, Iappreciated the intersecting plot lines as a means to deepen the plot dynamics. A story about rocks possibly also benefited from a lightening of interest on an emotional plane.
File next to the Divine Comedy's 'Cassenova' and/or hard rock.