An enjoyable read. I have read three of the previous Museum Mysteries, and they have all been enjoyable. Long may the series continue. As an avid reader of historical mystery books, I am rather hard to please and am somewhat intolerant of infractions in terms of anachronisms and historical inaccuracies of all types, but these books pass muster all round! At the risk of some political incorrectness or other, I'm sure that this is due to the Author being neither American nor young!
Daniel Wilson and Abigail Fenton, the euphemistic 'Museum Detectives' have another case on. This is an interesting specialism for a detective agency in the usual run of things because one might wonder how many crimes take place in the average museum that would require the services of an enquiry agent. This aside, the story is a good read and the mystery has twists, turns and red herrings enough to keep even the most exacting mystery fan interested.
The main protagonists are very likeable, though their relationship leads to the only anachronistic aspect of these books. Abigail and Daniel are 'courting' but also living together as man and wife. In the mores of the day this would brand Abigail as no better than she should be and ostracised from all but the lowest levels of society, but everyone else around them seems to accept this as perfectly normal. This strikes a most unrealistic note, while almost everything else seems quite correct for the period. This aspect of their relationship was used in an attempt to discredit them in a previous book but even then, it was no more than a damp squib.
In terms of social politics of the time, the book blows hot and cold. The writer is quite definite and correct about the differences in perception and treatment by the establishment between the rich and the poor in a generic sense, or more accurately, between the upper and lower classes, but he then seems to become a little confused when it comes to gender. I am all for strong female characters but it is unlikely that, even in an era where the current monarch was a woman, one would come across quite as many strong women as this story seems to imply. All the female characters in this story come across as having much more strength and moral fibre than the male characters. One might believe this if the story were contemporaneous with today, but set in the repressive Victorian era???
The book successfully mixed real and fictional characters and events to form an enjoyable romp. This being said, the relationships between the central recurring characters are somewhat hackneyed for this genre, but not to the detriment of of book. We have the competent main detective, his faithful sidekick, the friendly detective from the official police force, the unfriendly detective from the police force, the tame reporter and the reliable forensic medico (although the last two do not make an appearance in this book).
One thing I would stay stood out and was a tad wearing for the number of times it occurred. All the characters seemed to be most sceptical and critical of the detectives' methods - even the detectives themselves! Take this example of a typical piece of dialog -
Detective: 'I will have to investigate this witness's story to see if my theory is correct'
2nd character: 'But you might be wrong'
Detective: 'I might be, yes, but I still need to check'
2nd character: ''Yes but what if you are wrong?'
Detective: 'If I'm wrong I will try a different line of enquiry'
2nd Character: 'But you will have wasted all this time'
Detective: 'I might do, yes, but I still need to check'
2nd character: 'Yes but what if you are wrong?...'
... and so on. This typical exchange went on so many times that I began to wonder how any of these characters thought detective work was done if not by asking questions and testing theories. Even the detectives themselves questioned each other in the same way, as if this were not the standard way of going about detective work. It both exasperated me and made me laugh by turns. Abigail Fenton herself had her own way of interpolating the same type of interrogation whenever Daniel expounded a theory
Daniel: 'I don't think XXX is guilty'
Abigail: 'Is this your policeman's instinct again?'
Daniel: 'If you want to call it that, but my experience says 'no''
Abigail: 'Has your policeman's nose ever been wrong?'
Daniel: 'Yes, but hopefully not this time'
This attitude of hers seems paradoxical, since she clearly respects him as an ex-Scotland Yard detective of many years standing and long experience, but she then constantly questions exactly the virtues she seems to extol. It seems an odd way to behave to me, especially when one can palpably imagine the cynically raised eyebrow as she questions him, as though she places no faith in his 'policeman's nose' at all. It say's a lot for Daniel's nature that he has not called her out about it as yet.
Another of Abigail's paradoxical tendencies is that she has accepted Daniel as a paramour despite the differences in their social status, yet whenever he mentions incidents from his less affluent childhood, she barks at him that that is all in the past and he has left that life behind him. As if a man's past can be shucked as easily as that.
For all their human failings though, the characters are likeable and the story enjoyable. I look forward to the next one, although our intrepid detectives may need to expand overseas to keep themselves in museum work. I'm not sure how many more notable ones there are left in England.
I received a free galley copy of this book from the publisher in return for an unbiased review, for which I heartily thank Alison & Busby.