Fen arrives in Sanford Angelorum to stand for Parliament - for no other reason, it seems, than that he's become bored of being a professor and thinks life as a politician might be more interesting. The discussions between Fen and his agent, Captain Watkyn, are a little too true to be funny at times:
"Oh. But look here: this says I advocate the abolition of capital punishment, and really, you know, I'm not at all sure that I do."
"My dear sir, it doesn't matter whether you do or not, " said Captain Watkyn with candour. "You must rid yourself of the idea that you have to try and implement any of these promises once you're actually elected."
And on presenting the police with some information about the Rector's field-glasses which may or may not be relevant in solving a murder, "Wolfe thanked him with the civil insincerity of a small boy who has anticipated an aeroplane for Christmas and been given a copy of the Bible."
Crispin actually tries to make a couple of his female characters realistic in this novel too - instead of merely labelling them 'blonde' or 'brunette' and describing their figures, he does attempt to say something about their personalities, although it's all still fairly one-dimensional. And I really didn't like the way he writes about Jacqueline, the barmaid at the inn - there's a very uncomfortable scene early on where Fen and the landlady, Myra, talk about Jacqueline in front of her, discussing her figure, and calling her a dumb blonde.
Fen then discovers that someone he knows has been murdered, and the day after, he's worrying that standing for election will hinder his ability to get involved in the investigation. "Aggravatingly, he found himself in the position of a man who, weighing the merits of one entertainment against those of another, has chosen...wrongly." I guess it's meant to be funny, but it really grated on me that he's describing investigating the murder of a friend as 'entertainment'.
The plot is finished off fairly satisfactorily, although there were a couple of things that never get explained because the only people who could explain them are dead...which I suspect was really because Crispin couldn't actually come up with an explanation! But it does all feel quite rushed and heavily based on coincidence. This was the last of three Fen novels I picked up in a charity shop, and I don't think I'll be reading any more - while I appreciate the writing style and some of the humour, the plots are on the flimsy side, but I think the real reason is that undercurrent of nastiness in the humour. I can see why some people love his books, but they're just not right for me.