Lying somewhere in the range between cozy mystery and crime suspense, the Agatha Raisin series is great, undemanding entertainment reading.
Twenty-seven books ago, Agatha Raisin left her PR job in London to take early retirement in a small village in the Cotswolds. She is irascible, very rarely graceful unless she puts on her heels (forcing a certain amount of necessary grace short of falling on her fanny), with an acerbic sense of humor, and the tendency to get mad crushes on any single male who finds himself within a 50 mile radius. Opinionated and incorrigibly politically incorrect, she also has a razor-sharp mind and a totally uncensored intuition.
Out of boredom, Agatha Raisin decided to set aside her retirement and open her own Private Investigation service. What started as just her poking around until something flew out gradually grew into a full agency with 4 assistant investigators, all of them added gradually over this series, complete with fascinating back stories. And yes, I have read the entire series so far – starting with an amazing deal for the boxed e-Set of the first 25 books – and continuing through to this most recent one.
A retired detective named Gerald Devere has moved to the village and Agatha is set to pounce – especially when she notices that Mrs. Bloxby, the vicar’s wife, has taken to wearing fancier outfits and a new hairstyle. (Did I mention Agatha is highly competitive?) She rationalizes her predator’s instincts under the guise of saving Mrs. Bloxby from herself. Both women are crushed when it appears obvious that Gerald has a ‘thing’ for another new resident – Peta Currie.
Meanwhile, the residents are upset because their allotments (areas villagers can rent within a large community garden to plant vegetables) is about to be turned into a housing development by the owner of the land, Lord Bellington. One of Agatha’s oldest friends, Sir Charles Fraith, goes with her to try and persuade Lord Bellington against this plan and shortly thereafter, Lord Bellington is dead. When told of the symptoms, Agatha intones that he has been poisoned, and since it turns out to be exactly how she called it, she gets herself in trouble – again – with the local constable, who is always irked that Agatha beats him to the punch. (Did I mention that Agatha is super ambitious and loves having her agency get to the finish line before the police?) As has happened before, Agatha is thoroughly questioned . . . but she is not the only one. Damien, Lord Bellington’s son is a prime suspect, and there is a long line-up of other possibilities.
Damien hires Agatha and her agency to figure out who did this so he can clear his name. And that is where things get really interesting as bodies continue to pile up . . .
I’m not sure what it is about Agatha Raisin, but despite cringe-worthy behavior, a lack of social graces, and a personality that cannot decide if it’s insecure or confident, bumbling or competent – Agatha Raisin just grew on me. She is funny, thinks things that boggle my brain, says things that would scald my mouth, and is outrageous in so many ways. Yet, I really enjoy reading about her exploits and love the fact that in the end, she always figures out “who dunnit.”