A Sudden, Fearful Death is the fourth book in a historical detective series. There are mystery readers who like that sub-genre, just as there those who delight in books where the detective is an elderly person or an intergalactic traveler or a cat. I am not among them, and Anne Perry’s book illustrates why: these settings seem like gimmicks allowing the writer to appear more analytical, more prescient than s/he is by putting ordinary utterances in the mouths of extraordinary characters who could not have conceived them - a lemur, for example, or a 15th century shepherd, or a Martian. Perry’s detective is investigating a rape case (a woman’s discussing such a matter with a stranger would have been extremely unusual in Victorian England), and he muses:
“Society’s judgment of a woman who had been sexually assaulted, to whatever degree, was anything from prurient curiosity to the conviction that in some way she must have warranted such a fate. Even the woman herself, regardless of the circumstances, frequently felt that in some unknown way she was to blame, and that such things did not happen to the innocent. Perhaps it was people’s way of coping with the horror it engendered, the fear that they might become similar victims. If it were in some way the woman’s own fault, then it could be avoided by the just and the careful.”
While agreeing with the sentiment, I disagree with the author who attributes it to a British gentleman of that era and, reminded of why I dislike historical novels in general, I quit reading about 15% of the way into the book. Perry is a very good writer, and readers who enjoy her chosen genre will surely like the book.