I enjoyed the first six books in the Beatrice Hyde-Clare series, and I shuddered when she married her duke because I was afraid their relationship would become mundane. Thankfully, it has not. Their marriage has turned out well, although Beatrice’s inner moanings are getting old. That said, this book was disappointing. The first chapter felt like a rehash of what has gone before and was essentially a needless page-filler.
There is a dinner party, thwarted by a murder, and the characters could not have been more tedious and boring if they’d been striving for inept turnip-hood. And perhaps they were. If so, mission accomplished. The dinner party becomes a vehicle for dull characters to speak in paragraph-long diatribes that go on page after page, chapter after chapter. Ms. Messina is guilty of overwriting, and it desperately wants editing. It is almost painful to plow through.
While I do like the character, Beatrice Hyde-Clare—she is an intelligent protagonist—and her husband, Damien, Duke of Kesgrave, her inner ramblings are monotonous and in danger of becoming dreary. She constantly underestimates herself. Flashes of insecurity are to be expected, particularly when she is now a part of the upper echelon of the aristocracy because of her husband’s elevated placement therein. But she is a bright, well-read, opinionated woman and can hold her own—easily—within that aristocracy, as we are shown numerous times.
Beatrice’s cousin, Flora, remains her unremarkable self. I did not warm to her when she first appeared in the series, and I still cannot fathom her role in these books. Here, she reappears with a misplaced confidence in her own sleuthing abilities. She is supercilious and—no doubt—serves as a foil for her rapier-witted cousin Beatrice. However, Beatrice’s aunt already has that role well in hand and we do not need a 1.5 version of Aunt Vera.
The deadly dull dialogues are not helped by the writer forcing her readers to guess who is speaking. There are so many “her ladyships” in the room, leading to a great many “her ladyship saids,” that it becomes a chore to constantly back up for a clue about which particular ladyship is talking. There is an amusing quotation from the book, uttered by Lord Bentham, one of the dinner guests, describing a conversation he had had with one of the ladies, “If only it was a word! …Alas, it was many—indeed, a whole torrent—and none of them interesting.” That pretty much sums up the far too many unabridged conversations in this book.
The last few chapters are the best. The dinner party is in the past, the murderer has been apprehended, yet Beatrice is restive. Something is “off.” The writer is in her element when she plays with her two main characters, Beatrice and Damien. Their witty banter and obvious love for each other is a pleasure to read. And the Kesgrave household servants are back in all their glory, as well. The interactions with Beatrice and Damien are priceless. This is the treat in store toward the book’s end. This cast of characters is delightful, even when enveloped in pathos.
There were few errors noted. Among them were:
“…a unfortunate accident….” This should read, “…an unfortunate accident….”
“…stepped forward as if it to block the object from her view….” This feels like an editing error that was not cleaned up. The writer changed wording but failed to remove all the superfluous words. I believe this passage could read, “…stepped forward as if to block the object from her view…” or “…stepped forward to block the object from her view….” The second possibility reads better, I think.
I rated this book 3-stars because I disliked the tedium, at the same time enjoying Beatrice and Damien’s scenes. They are intelligent and amusing observers of their world and the people who populate it. From chapter eleven through the end (chapter thirteen), the book hums. This book didn’t match the previous ones in the series, but neither does it put a reader off reading more. The next one will—no doubt—be delicious…!