Richard Beaumont hoped to see the elusive crow on the Dover cliffs. Instead he sees a young woman falling to her death. No-one recognises her, no-one has reported her missing and Richard returns, shaken, to his wife, but instead of finding solace in Lilian's company, he locks himself away and obsessively paints the scene of the woman's broken body on the rocks. His cool behaviour towards her takes Lilian to the flat below and the worldly-wise company of Sarah Fortune. But Sarah, once Richard's lover, is awkward with her and is also preoccupied with her brother's unbreakable habit of cat-burglary and the suspicious traffic to the penthouse at the top of the mansion block. Unable to forget what he witnessed, Richard returns to the coast and is befriended by the local police surgeon. Recently widowed, John is depressed, not so much by his wife's death but by the realisation that his marriage had been a loveless void. Recognising the symptoms, Richard introduces him to Sarah so that she can no longer ignore the Beaumonts' troubles and is drawn into helping to trace where the dead girl came from and in so doing reveals a trade which is both breathtakingly lucrative and chillingly cruel.
Frances Fyfield is a criminal lawyer, who lives in London and in Deal, by the sea which is her passion. She has won several awards, including the CWA Silver Dagger.
She grew up in rural Derbyshire, but spent most of her adult life in London, with long intervals in Norfolk and Deal, all inspiring places. She was educated mostly in convent schools; then studied English at Newcastle University and went on to qualify as a solicitor, working for what is now the Crown Prosecution Service, thus learning a bit about murder at second hand. She also worked for the Metropolitan Police.
Years later, writing became her real vocation. She also writes short stories for magazines and radio and is occasionally a contributor to Radio 4, (Front Row, Quote Unquote, Night Waves,) and presenter of Tales from the Stave.
I liked the plot of the book and there were some other small redeeming qualities but the characters were hard to keep ---ahhh I can not think of the word I want to use. It just seemed I had to flip back and forth between pages to make sure I was reading about the right person.
This was a difficult book to read but I persevered to the end. The plot was weak and the style of writing made this book a challenge to read. It felt like the author overcompensated with elaborate imagery which did nothing but confuse the reader. The ending was a disappointment too....
This was bleak, a bit like the location of the book, but that isn't meant as a criticism. This was my first Sarah Fortune, so not sure how to view her. But Fyfield is a fabulous writer. I've read some of the Helen West books - years ago, but Sarah Fortune is very different. A concise, literary writer. Always solid.
I liked it. Gentle, dated almost in its style, which is perhaps Englishness rather than just the contrast to the noir of much of the Scottish crime I read and more thoroughly get excited by. Perhaps this lost out a bit for the slightly overdone coincidence of the plotting, the eccentricity of the characters, yet it has its place and the ruminating can be thought-provoking.
Well-done contemporary London murder mystery a la Peter Lovesey. Sarah Fortune, the tart with a heart , is intelligent and intriguing. If a man wrote her, I would say she was purely male fantasy. The fact that a woman did makes her more believeable.