I thought this was rather an average Inspector French novel. It also doesn’t help my rating that I guessed the killer. Another problem, IMO, is the extended trial sequence that forms he finale of the book (admittedly followed by a lively denouement). When a Mystery novel relies on a lot of courtroom stuff, I find I get very testy when those scenes are mostly - or completely - a rehash of things that were already shown in all the chapters leading up to the courtroom chapters. To the best of my recollection, two “courtroom-centric” Mystery novels I loved - The Bellamy Trial, and Verdict of Twelve - hit the reader with a lot of crazy fun NEW developments during the trial scenes; by contrast, my problem with an oldie called Family Matters, by Anthony Rolls was that I had been happy surrounded by a very odd and creepy family in that book, and then the narrative shifted to a trial, and despite attempts to make even that somewhat odd, I missed the family dynamic left behind and also felt we were covering old ground. As it happens, Family Matters doesn’t seem to have alienated the bulk of readers the way it did me in its late stages…but with this one by FWC, I’m going to pony up and call the last several chapters of this book a wrong turn and just a long recap of everything before it (except for the denouement, which perked me up again with some interesting detail-reveals, but gave me a big-picture-reveal that I had figured out).
We also lose our star, Inspector French, for much of the last stretch of the book. You would think a trial involving a murder suspect that Inspector French had helped bring in would somehow actually involve Inspector French, but services no longer required, Inspector - we barristers and judges and jury got this covered, sir, thanks all the same. Now, to be clear - and as a longtime fan of the Miss Silver Mysteries, where Miss Silver is known to be not in several of her best books much - I don’t mind if a main detective makes a minimal showing in her/his own novel. But in James Tarrant: Adventurer, not only does French go AWOL for the last chunk, he had been missing for the opening chunk. He is like a very thin slice of cheese in between very thick pieces of bread, here. But then I guess you’re okay with that, if you are on Team Inspector French Is A Plodding Bore, anyway.
So what does work? Well, this Tarrant excrescence is a wonderful, brilliant scoundrel - perhaps one of the author’s best. The intricacies of Tarrant’s money-making scheme, and manipulation of Merle’s emotions so she will get pulled right into the worst of it all against her better judgement, is fascinating. Once the Braxamin people get involved, and try to match wits with the super-scoundrel, things really get interesting; the Braxamin…oh let’s call it the Braxamin boardroom dynamic…could almost carry a Crime novel on its own merits, including the old gaffer doing comic relief, plus juicy backstabbing and long-standing animosities. But with Tarrant in the mix, let’s say drug wars have never been nastier.
As for poor Merle, I was moved by her plight as pawn who occasionally senses her pawn status and then either lumps it, or tries some small moves of her own to get the little she hopes for from all the moral or legal wibble-wobble flowing around her or shaking her around. I wanted her to kick Tarrant to the curb fifty times, and instead she steps into traffic with him. Until…
I usually have acquired Inspector French novels in bunches - four or five at a time - and the pattern of enjoyment is starting to come back to me, after the last batch from a few years ago: one great, one average, and so on like that (thankfully, true stinkers being rare). Fatal Venture, from a few weeks ago, was a blast, and then The End of Andrew Harrison dropped down to merely satisfactory…and now, James Tarrant, Adventurer, comes in a little below that, mainly due to me guessing the culprit situation. Hopefully, we can rise above routine with Found Floating, or Golden Ashes - or both - soon!