Death in Holy Orders (2001)


Blurb:


My review:

A truly horrible book.  While the first 150 pages are reasonable, setting up what should have been an interesting problem in an unusual background (theological college on East Anglian coast), it soon degenerate into the usual pretentious, over-long, humourless, plotless and boring mess all too typical of her late works.  The murders, despite attempts to make them interesting through the usual desecration of the corpse (here, scribbled caricatures on a mediaeval painting), are dull, with nothing interesting either about their execution or detection.  The murderer’s identity is pulled largely out of a hat—or, rather, a cloak (yes, Berkele’s Layton Court Mystery failed to hang its murderer by a hair, but was at least fair-play).  The final straw is Dalgliesh’s romantic involvement with one of the characters, to the accompaniment of much pointless symbolism.  Execrable.


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