This is probably the last Pitt book, so my four star review is cumulative to the series, and I consider this to be a series review. If you haven't read these books, please consider this review as a spoiler.
This is the sort of series I relish, with characters who grow and change and become very real. The crimes/mysteries are important, but a clever plot with flat characters doesn't make for a Good Re-Read! These do.
We start in The Cater Street Hangman with the brash, fairly young police Inspector, Thomas Pitt, and with Charlotte Ellison, the daughter of a rich banker, not nobility, but gentry. Twenty years later in this book, Pitt has progressed up the ranks, lost his position with the police, become an agent for Special Branch (terrorism), and here, is Commander of Special Branch, trying to solve a murder personally for Queen Victoria.
We've watched Pitt and Charlotte raise a family, and move up the social scale from fairly basic living to Victorian (soon to be Edwardian) comfort. We've watched the Pitts' maid, Gracie, go from being a scruffy scrap to a married woman with children of her own, and the evolution of her husband, Samuel Tellman, into a truly great policeman. We've seen Charlotte's sister Emily (who with Charlotte has meddled in many a Pitt case) marry nobility, become a widow, and find true love the second time around, their mother Caroline embark on a socially daring marriage to a younger man, and learned why Grandmama Mariah is such an unhappy old lady. And we've seen the Pitt children grow up--Perry is now moving on to a series of novels about Daniel as an adult.
My biggest quibble with the series is continuity. In the last book Perry seems to forget the children's ages (at the end they seem to be 4 years apart instead of 2) and she talks about memories in their Keppel Street house when Jemima was little, when they'd moved in when she was at least 6 or 7, and other events seem to be revised randomly. And then there is Vespasia.
Ah, Lady Vespasia Cumming-Gould, Perry's own favorite character and the favorite of many a reader. She was probably born circa 1818 or even earlier, because her history recalls her having fought with the revolutionaries of Europe in 1848 "as a young woman." She also remembers victories of the Napoleonic wars--as a young child it is stated, but none the less, those dates are fixed in history. Most of the early books note how old she is, and even speak of her increasing frailty and how everyone will miss her when she is gone.
But then, apparently either Vespasia takes up with vampires, or finds the Fountain of Youth, or something such. Because suddenly she is no more than in her 60s and finds romance with Victor Narroway, who seems to be anywhere from 50 to 65! It's weird, and disquieting.
The fact that I note this and it upsets me tells its own tale. I love these books, this was at least my 5th or 6th re-reading of the series, and each time I feel as if I had visited friends that I care about.
And I will forgive Perry the lapses in exchange for the joys this series continues to hold for me.
2025:1One last note about this particular book: Queen Victoria and everyone else refer to the Prince of Wales as "Edward," and they wouldn't have. He was Albert Edward, generally known as "Bertie," and Queen Victoria expected that he would take the throne as Albert Edward. Instead, he chose to be crowned as Edward the 7th. But he did not declare this until after Victoria's death, just before his coronation. I know this is a quibble, but Perry was such a good historian that this bugs me every time I read it.