"Eventually Daniel rose from his stall, the dogs uncurling from his feet, and walked them down the aisle to where he had discovered Anthony's body. The crime scene had been cleaned by the specialist team; they had done such an excellent job that an ghouls in search of bloodstains would have to use their imagination. They would, of course, and the murders would enter local folklore, generate tales of dogs refusing to go into church, or birds no longer singing in the trees around the bath house."
In the rural parish of Champton, Reverend Daniel Clement presides over his small and close-knit flock. The presence of the de Floures family and estate, with Champton House, looms large in the life of the village as does his domineering mother, Audrey, who moved into the rectory with him when she was widowed. Disputes over small, but important issues, such as the loss of pews in the Church to provide 'loos' are conteious, with battle lines drawn. Entering his church before Evensong one evening, with his two sausage dogs, Hilda and Cosmo, Daniel is horrified to discover the body of the churchwarden and family archivist, Anthony de Floures. The police and press descend on Champton, but it's Daniel who knows residents and the potential suspects best. Will he help catch the killer?
I must admit to feeling disappointed with this book, it was not what I expected. I found it slow, with unwanted detail in some areas (which I assumed would relate to the case, but in fact didn't) and not enough detail to make the identity of the killer, revealed in a rush near the end, matter. There was a lot of book before the first murder occurred and parish life did not seem unduly interrupted by it. I struggled to relate to the bland protagonist, Daniel, and found the plethora of weakly-drawn, supporting characters to be caricatures of elderly villagers and eccentric, landed gentry. There was a lot of ecclesiastical language, as might be expected, but which would have benefited from a glossary and I gave up looking up the numerous Latin phrases. I didn't like that the historic period it was written about was entirely unclear (only identified as 1988 more than halfway into the book when Daniel's mother watches Celine Dion win Eurovision in the TV), felt this was a missed opportunity for nostalgia and context. Ultimately this novel didn't work for me, unfortunately. I didn't find it humerous (as is usually the case with cosy crime), there was little mystery and investigation, it was slow and bogged down in ecclesiastical language and process and ultimately I struggled to care about the characters.