Not for me, this one; too much of a flavour of the modern for my tastes, with young girls wanting to be footmen and servants being accepted on equal terms with those above stairs. All too improbable for the times in which the book is set and gives the whole thing the air of emancipated modernhood masquerading as a historical mystery novel. This is yet another writer writing about life above and below stairs, yet who does not seem to understand how it actually worked. Firstly, the friendly relations between housekeeper and mistress are extremely unlikely, however much such relations are integral to the storyline. It just doesn’t ring true to life. And the incongruous Americanisms strike a most discordant note. ‘Clued me in’ is definitely not a phrase one would consider in use in England at the time this book is set.
Nothing in the story seems to make sense and there appears to be a general lack of background research. One character mentions a body being cool after having been dead less than an hour. A human body cools at a much slower rate than this and would still be warm after such a short elapse of time, especially if the fingers were still supple. At one point we hear about the ringing of a dinner gong, then we hear that the cook is going on about serving tea. Is it afternoon or evening? We hear about a diminutive footman, but one most definite requirement for a footman was to be tall and handsome, therefore a short footman would have been extremely unlikely.
There is an awful lot of ‘tell’ rather than ‘show’ in the characterisations. Mrs Bright is supposed to be such a good detective and this we know because she tells us so herself. However, she misses solving the crime very early on in the proceedings by committing the worst faux pas of a detective – limiting her suspects and not keeping an open mind. Yes, Mrs Bright – you're a great detective... not! Also, at one time she stands by and watches while a loin of pork is prepared for dinner. At a time when the Family are away and only the servants are in residence, an efficient housekeeper would certainly not countenance such extravagant waste of her Master’s money. Socially just or not, a loin of pork would not have been prepared purely for the consumption of servants, especially in a well-run, efficient household such as Mrs Bright claims hers is.
The personalities and interaction of the various characters actually makes this book quite an unpleasant read. Mrs Bright and the other below stairs characters seem to have very negative relationships based either on mutual dislike or fear – the female staff are in fear of her as the housekeeper and the butler and chauffeur seem to view her with dislike and contempt. This constant sparing is unpleasant to read and shows Mrs Bright in a very bad light. She is extremely arrogant and clearly wants to hold her own against the other male staff members but surely she should strive to be their equal not their rival. It might make her a nicer person and the book a much more pleasant read. The author is clearly angling for a forthcoming romance between Mrs Bright and Bradford the chauffeur, but at the moment they are at daggers drawn, to the detriment of the story.
The book is written with absolutely no finesse whatsoever and consequently the story is clumsy and heavy. The Americanisms in what is supposed to be an upper middle class English setting strike an extremely discordant note and the author would have done better to research correct English culture and language. Such dishes as popovers and corn muffins are distinctly American and would be unlikely to grace the table in such a household as is portrayed in this book, and terms such as ‘offing’ people, ‘nixing’, and ‘taking the rap’ makes the whole thing sound more like some bad American gangster movie rather than an English village cosy mystery. The storyline was barely credible, the characters were in the main unpleasant – both to each other and generally speaking, which made for an unsatisfying and uncomfortable read. Mrs Bright’s bid to strive to antagonise Messrs Doble and Bradford at every turn is as pitiful as it is irritating, with her doing everything she knows they will not like, not because she has to, but just because she knows they will not like it. Is there any wonder that she is unpopular with every other servant in the household? She is the author of her own dislike, and I just cannot see why the author has done this to the main protagonist.
I could go on forever about this book, but I think enough has been said. There are many who will find this book quite entertaining and satisfactory, but those others who are not so easily satisfied will agree with my comments. The book is sloppy, poorly researched and badly constructed, and is not the best of its kind. In closing, I would add that grammar and spelling need also to be researched by the author. The word is bollocks, not bollix, and the past participle of shine is shone, not shined.