I had wondered whether Death Comes to the Fair would hold up to my overly high expectations, following as it did on the heels of the virtually perfect Death Comes to Kurland Hall, but for the most part it succeeded in being a satisfying sequel. Robert and Lucy were delightful as always, and the mystery took an interesting turn into the dark, long-buried past of Kurland St. Mary and its oldest inhabitants.
It is ironic that Robert and Lucy should find it harder to spend time alone together after they are finally betrothed, particularly since they seemed to have no trouble doing so before. But now that they’re in love and their constant arguments are a thing of the past (at least for now), they face the obstacle of having to be quite creative in dodging Lucy’s chaperones and avoiding the wrath of the rector so that they could go sleuthing together. The result is some fairly amusing moments of frustration and exasperation from Robert, and the sweetness of their romantic interactions when they do manage to carve out some time alone made up for their infrequency.
More than ever, Robert and Lucy prove that they’re the perfect team, and I enjoyed seeing them take what they’ve learnt from each other and put it into action – Robert is increasingly learning to trust Lucy’s judgment, diplomacy and bravery implicitly, and Lucy draws strength from the Major’s clear head in times of danger and his way of standing his ground. Gone is the pessimistic and unsociable Robert, and the Lucy who was once run roughshod by her selfish father, siblings and Mrs. Fielding in the first book. Their character and relationship development has been so satisfying to watch.
Those who have found the identities of the murderers in the previous three books a little too easy to guess might be pleased by how the murder mystery plays out in this story. What begins as a seemingly simple case of a murder committed over petty village rivalries is gradually revealed to have very deep roots that stretch two centuries back into the history of Kurland St. Mary, with a touch of village superstition for good measure. Fascinating as it was, however, readers were given little chance to know or care about the people involved, and thus the resolution of the case felt rather convoluted, rushed and anti-climatic. I have little fondness for the criminal, and would have loved to have been given a chance to experience the rush of triumph that would have come from seeing them brought to justice.
I have absolutely no complaints about the note on which the book finished, however – so satisfying! I can’t wait for more of Robert and Lucy’s adventures and to see how their relationship continues to develop; hopefully the author will have a sequel soon, because my life already feels empty without Kurland St. Mary.