One of my happiest book-related discoveries last year was Bernard O’Keeffe’s series of novels featuring Detective Inspector Garibaldi, who lives and works in Barnes, in South West London. He is an intriguing and engaging character. As a consequence of a traumatic incident in his youth, he doesn’t drive, and generally avoids even travelling in a car as a passenger. Fortunately his ‘beat’ is relatively small, and he copes by cycling everywhere. Having been a frequent visitor to the local wetlands centre, I have come to know Barnes fairly well, and think that O’Keeffe captures its atmosphere admirably. DI Garibaldi is an autodidact, and has encompassed a wide and eclectic range of reading, but hasn’t yet learned that his amusing aperçus drawn from his literary hinterland, are seldom welcomed by his colleagues.
This is the fourth book in the series, and it lives up to the high mark set by the previous three. The story recounts events following a one-off concert by the Masked Band. This is a group of celebrities who live in the area and have formed a group for their own entertainment. Their identities are kept completely secret, and they perform behind elaborate masks. In the concert that open this book, they are dressed as Mick Jagger, David Bowie, Deborah Harry, Bob Dylan and Paul McCartney, and they are all confident that none of the crowd packed into the busy pub where they play have any idea who the performers actually are.
Laving the gig still masked, they repair to the home of the self-appointed leader of the group, a so-called national treasure (at least in his own estimation), and, having escaped from their disguises, they all relax with a few drinks. The following morning, a body is found outside the house, wearing the Mick Jagger mask in which leader of the band had performed the previous evening.
O’Keefe manages the suspense adroitly as DI Garibaldi embarks upon one of his more frustrating and challenging investigations.