If you are an avid follower of the popular "Midsomer Murders" detective series on British television, then the novels may come as a bit of a surprise. In this seventh one in the series, A Ghost in the Machine, detective Tom Barnaby and his sidekick, sergeant Gavin Troy, are so sidelined in the story that they almost fall out of the novel altogether. It is very much a mainstream novel, geared to depiction of characters, and where the action and place seem inconsequential.
As such it is a reasonably engrossing read, although there are some heavy-handed attempts at humour at the beginning and end of the book, which do not quite succeed. Passing references to "Fabian Endgoose of the Worshipful Bowes-Lyon Society" may bring a smile to the face, but nothing more. However the major characters in this novel are varied individuals rather than stereotypes. They are well fleshed out, and the reader does become interested as to what they may do next.
The crime, a quirky almost surreal murder, takes place almost a third of the way through the book, and this is the first time we encounter Barnaby and Troy. Barnaby is physically quite different from his TV counterpart, played by John Nettles,
"He was a very large man. Not fat but bulky. Solid in his build and in the way he looked at you. Very straight and direct from beneath thick, heavy brows."
Troy is a "thin younger man [with a] weaselly profile and high-standing brush of stiff, red hair." One character senses "hidden laughter. Unkindness too."
These deeply unattractive, brittle, constantly swearing individuals are a far cry from the cosy genial characters of the TV series.
Troy, "had been much impressed by the way the chief had handled things. But it was not in his nature to be impressed without at the same time being resentful." Barnaby in turn accepts a compliment as his due, when in fact it was completely undeserved, resulting from a misunderstanding. Here are more revealing snippets,
"The chief was very sensitive about his weight. Burly, as a description, he liked. Well built, he could live with... But fat..."
"Injustice plodded up the drive with Sergeant Troy. Wrongful accusation and unfairness marched alongside. He found himself muttering, as he seemed to have been doing all his life, man and boy, why is it always me?"
Describing their human weaknesses is all very well. But the reader ends up feeling that if at some stage in their life they are involved in a crime, they sincerely hope that it will not be investigated by such self-absorbed and self-seeking representatives of the police force.
There is a gruesome death, involving a trebuchet, a chamber full of ancient war weapons and instruments of torture, a psychic con-artist and a delicious cameo piece about a deluded collector of memorabilia to do with the Queen mother, who believes she is somehow controlling the life force of Her Majesty.
As seems to be happening with most modern mystery series, this book is about three times as long as the earlier ones. It is difficult to say whether this is because of public taste, or whether the publishers are demanding longer novels, but this one is very much in that mould. The plot is not very complex. Although it has an exotic gloss, it does not provide much of a challenge to a determined puzzle-solver. If on the other hand you enjoy character-driven novels, and like to include a little spice such as a murder along the way, this might be right up your street.