A disappointing start to a new series by Jim Eldridge. I have read all of his Museum Mysteries and while these are far from perfect, they are a good enough read. This book I found almost amateurish, which was surprising for so experienced a writer. Generally speaking, the problem with Jim Eldridge's Museum Mysteries and with this one also to a much greater extent, is that while they purport to be set in historical times, the attitudes, behaviour and social mores of the characters are very 21st century. For example, the relationship between Rosa Weekes and Edgar Coburg was very modern, in that they clearly indulged in casual, pre-marital sex to an extent that would have been frowned upon in the times that the book was set. In fact, this aspect of the book seemed strangely emphasised. There seemed such an obsession with casual sex to the point where it seemed to be a positive idée fixe of the writer. There was barely a scene between Rosa and Coburg that didn't end up with them in bed together, and while there were no actual details (surprisingly coy, for the number of times Eldridge took us there), there was some quite frank sexual commentary between characters, as well as their thoughts on the subject. Had this been a book set in contemporary times, this would all have been rather tame but in a book set during the Second World War it seems extremely incongruous, given the relatively repressive sexual attitudes of those times. It is as though the author is striving desperately to show his readers how liberal and modern an attitude he has, and it is actually a little pathetic. The romance angle also detracted from the tightness of the plot, which was actually quite good despite the shortcomings of other aspects of the book. It just seemed to get in the way for absolutely no reason at all, and it added nothing to the story.
The police procedure was also somewhat flawed, and again this was a surprise from a seasoned mystery story writer. He had the detectives blatantly break into a house and then search the premises. At that point their reason for doing so was extremely tenuous so it is unlikely that any official warrant to do such would have been granted, but after what amounted to an illegal entry and search, they then proceed to remove items from the premises. Each of these actions put them on the wrong side of the law themselves, but this is not at all acknowledged by either policeman. Even in those days there was official and legal police procedure, and this certainly was outside it. Incidentally, the item removed from the house was placed in an 'evidence bag'. Such things were not in existence at that time, since the first plastic bags appeared a good 10 years after the Second World War. A paper envelope possibly, but definitely not an evidence bag, Anyway, by this time this alleged 'evidence' would have been so far inadmissible, that such a precaution would have been rendered completely unnecessary.
Another unlikely occurrence was the existence of the obviously Gay bar cum pick-up joint, the Pink Sink, at the Ritz Hotel. Such an establishment, while it would definitely have existed, it is unlikely to have been located so openly in the basement of a hotel of the calibre of the Ritz, which held even more cachet then than now, and it is high falutin' enough today. At a time when homosexuality was a criminal offence, it is certain that the Ritz Hotel would not have hosted so risqué a bar within it's hallowed halls.
I found the tacit bickering and petty one-upmanship between the police and the various British intelligence factions to be somewhat puerile and immature, and the constant references to Coburg's family background and social status became extremely tedious. The whole thing became a bit 'Boy's Own' and I found it faintly ridiculous, if I'm honest. Coburg himself, while purporting to be just an ordinary policeman who puts his social status as the son of a Duke aside to work at a humble, working man's occupation, actually plays both ends against the middle as and when it suits him.
As aforementioned, the plot was not at all bad. There were several threads that each resulted in different enquiries which, unusually for books within this genre, did not actually converge at all. The reader expects that they will all come together but they actually never do, and remain separate incidents throughout. A little disjointed, but this did not detract - not when so much else did! The characters were likeable enough, although the mixing of fictional characters and actual historical figures was not handled as well as I have seen it done in other books - not least Eldridge's own! From the utter inconsequentiality of much of what went on in this book, it is clear that the ground is being prepared for a series, so much could be excused. However, as Jim Eldridge is not a novice in this arena, he could have been a touch more subtle in his handling of this aspect.
After this, I think I might read Hotel Mysteries no. 2, but not no. 3 if no.2 does not show a vast improvement, There is no excuse for such a sloppy book from this author.
I was given a free copy of this book from the publishers via Netgally in return for an honest, unbiased review