SUMMARY
It was the month of November. Conscience, the Cobrador, entered Three Pines, and with the unseemly rainy, sleety weather for days, which seemed to seep right through the clothing, skin and pooled in the bones, quarrels broke out in the bistro over trivial things. They haven't seen the sun for days, felt like weeks, months, perhaps forever. Guests and inhabitants alike were stressed, the nerves frayed, tempers short.
Someone in Three Pines did something so horrific that a Conscience had to be called. He was standing there on the village green, not moving, talking, or budging. "No man is as bad as the worst thing he has done."
Then someone died and Chief Superintendent Inspector Armand Gamache, head of the Sûreté du Québec had to relate the events in court to the young new judge Maureen Corriveau. It was her first homicide case. People were nervous, and Conscience stood witness to the proceedings. The murderer was already known. The pompous Crown, Barry Zalmanowitz, made it his mission to grind Gamache into the woodwork as though he was the defendant instead of a witness.
It was not a cut and dry case at all. Buddhists or Toaists said that there are certain people we meet time and and time again, in different lifetimes. Take for instance the resident poet Ruth with her doppelgänger, Rosa the duck. The duck might have been her child in a past life. The more time passes, the more they looked the same. Ruth, with her potty mouth and the duck that reply fuck fuck fuck to everything that comes out of Ruth's mouth.
And then there was the issue of Cobradors del frac from ancient Spanish times, that might have passed from the Old World into the New World, into the beloved Three Pines residence's world. We all know the residents so well: Clara Morrow, the hugely successful portrait artist; Dr. Myrna Landers, the retired psychologist and now owner of The New And Used Bookstore right next to the Bistro; Gabri Dubeau, who ran the local B&B with his partner Olivier; Katie and Patrick Evans, the contractor and his architect wife who build glass houses; Jacqueline and Sarah from the bakery (in her world a good baguette was a magic wand that solved all problems); Anton, the new dishwasher and bus at the bistro; guests Matheo Bissonette and his wife Lea Roux, the member of the National Assembly, old friends of the Evanses; and the rest of Three Pines.
It all became weird with that Halloween party in the Bistro, when Gamache thought the person in the black costume looked like Death...
In the ensuing court case, Gamache had to maneuver through the collusion between magic and reality to conclude the events that shook the small Canadian village. Still the murder capital of Canada. Now Armand and his wife Reine-Marie were permanent residence as well. In his quest for peace and quiet, trying to escape the vile, the tragic and the terrifying world of crime, Gamache became more than just the chief of police. He became one of them. And sometimes being a friend, and being a policeman might not gel. Things could fall in place or fall apart this time, especially when he discovered that all drug smuggling routes converged in this village which did not even appear on a map. He was determined to strike a decisive, hard, fast, effective blow right at the heart. He did not believe in a small series of small irritant blows. For this he waited and waited and waited for the right moment...and then the dark figure appeared on the sleet-slashed village green...
They would all have their day in court for what happened next ...
COMMENTS
The author finally defined what made us all so addicted to Three Pines. We all threatened to leave everything and move to Three Pines, Canada. Millions of us want to be part of this unknown, fictitious village with its unique characters.
"Three Pines is a state of mind." she says, " When we choose tolerance over hate. Kindness over cruelty. Goodness over bullying. When we choose to be hopeful, not cynical."
We constantly come back for more of the same. It was a perfect read just before Christmas: a dollop of reality, a big pinch of imagination, mixed with friendship, serious issues and excellent penmanship. Even though it lacked that WOW factor of an excellent murder mystery, felt somewhat contrived, and was not up to par with Penny's previous books, the story did address our need to belong to something, some place better within our own little troubled worlds. There was enough action, mystery and adventure to stick to it if you read it in increments like I did in a very busy holiday season. I was not overly excited about the cliffhanger ending, but there was enough of a denouement to close the book with a song in the heart. I had a Three Pine fix again.
The author wrote this book during her husband's final days and passing. Needless to say, she did a good job despite the difficult time she had to go through. My sincere condolences to her. Louise Penny always add that personal touch to her writing, involving her readers in her stories and her life. It was once again evident in this book. I think it is the reason why we are such devoted followers, even though we might feel annoyed from time to time.
I wish her well. And for all my GR friends, a happy, peaceful season filled with goodness, grace and good memories.