I would have liked to like this book; it's got a flavor of Georgette Heyer's mysteries, which by and large I DO enjoy. Where it falls down for me is in the amount of exposition - pages of it, which frankly I skipped - and in the sheer involvedness of the final solution. Agatha Christie managed to have everyone on the Orient Express murder the same guy without half the explanations that come in this book.
That's part of my issue too. When it comes to murder mysteries of the Golden Age, you have the Agatha Christie treatment - the characters aren't deep, but they're vivid, sort of slashed in and stock, but you know who they are and what they're like. Lots of dark and sulky girls and fair, forthright boys, or vice versa. On the other end of the spectrum, you have the Dorothy Sayers treatment, where the characters are fully drawn, from their literary preferences to their preferred wines, and lead (it seems to me) a fuller interior life than *I* do.
In either method, the story works because the solution is in tune with the writing. Christie writes puzzles, really; all the clues provided if you only squint hard enough, and the solution can be thought out, and not felt too deeply. People are being murdered left right and center, sometimes children even, or old ladies, and the writing style keeps you at a safe remove. Sayers sort of developed from writing that way as well, on to very emotionally real story telling and murders, but it's consistent with HER characters. You take your cue on how to feel from the way that the characters feel about it. I can't see a Christie hero having a mental breakdown at the end of a successful case because an unrepentant murderer is being hanged. We don't have one either, but we can understand why Lord Peter Wimsey does, and we can even be relieved about it.
Different styles.
These books, the motives and solutions sort of fall into the Sayers camp while the entire story and the characters are in the Christie vein. The style sort of changes up a bit, from situation comedy to drama, and it just - lost me. I know that's true because I found myself jumping forward 6 pages at a time and I rarely do that.
Anyway. What I do like? In this one, I liked the spoofing of the Scotland Yard expert, very much. I liked his cat burglar valet, which is a wonderful send-up of at least three Golden Age detectives I can think of off the top of my head. I liked the name dropping, one character mentioning he'd had dinner with Lord Peter Wimsey, another listing off available detectives and naming Appleby and Alleyn among them. Not a far leap, to treat those famous literary detectives as real in a murder mystery of the appropriate time period, but I've never actually seen it done, I suppose you have to get permission. I like the main detective, though I'm glad we don't see too much of him, his hapless "oh dear oh dear" cover persona would probably wear on me pretty quickly.
At any rate. I can't rate this book highly because I don't think it works. But I wish it did.