I would like to thank Netgalley and Farrago Books for an advance copy of Death at the Chateau, the third novel in the Follet Valley Mystery series featuring Richard Ainsworth, owner of an upmarket chambre d’hôte and Valérie dOrçay, former spy and perhaps assassin who are now working together in a newly formed security company.
Richard and Valérie are providing security on a film set at the nearby Chateau de Valeçay when one of the actors dies, natural causes according to the police, murder according to a disbelieving Richard and Valérie. They proceed to investigate and discover more intrigue than the film script.
I thoroughly enjoyed Death at the Chateau, which is a lighthearted romp in the Loire region with a good mystery attached. It made me smile, perhaps not laugh out loud, but then I’m not a middle aged Englishman in France, so it’s hard to fully get Richard’s feelings. The novel is told from his point of view, so much of the humour comes from his reactions to the notably more volatile Valérie and his desire to underplay life in general. This is a man who finds solace spending alone time with his hens who, obviously as he is a doctor of film history, are named after the greats, like Joan Crawford.
The plot is suitably silly with more murders, a stalker and over the top actors. Still, it is a puzzle as to what is going on and why. I found myself trying to work it out and failing miserably. I feel slightly cheated as not all the information is available before the denouement to make an educated guess, but the literal unmasking of the perpetrator was fun, being a mixture of skill and ineptitude. No prizes for guessing who was which.
Death at the Chateau is a good read that I have no hesitation in recommending.