Review: Let the Dead Lie by Malla Nunn

Malla Nunn’s first novel, A Beautiful Place to Die, was one of my favourite books of last year so I was keen to get my hands on this second, follow-up novel. I’m also counting it towards my Aussie Authors challenge because even though Nunn was born in Swaziland and the book is set in South Africa she lives in Australia and, as is our practice, we’ve happily adopted her as our own.

In the 1950′s it’s eight months since the events of A Beautiful Place to Die and, under South Africa’s increasingly draconian apartheid laws, Emmanuel Cooper has been re-classified as non-white and stripped of his job in the police. He’s had to move to Durban and is working a manual labour job by day and doing undercover surveillance work documenting police corruption at the dockyards for his former boss at night. It’s during his night time work that he stumbles across the body of a young boy, Jolly Marks. Of course investigating deaths is no longer Cooper’s job but he is compelled to work the case anyway. When he is accused of being the one to have committed the crime, and two subsequent murders, he has only a brief window of time to clear his name.

Once again Malla Nunn has delivered a brilliant depiction of a time and place. In the urban setting the harshness of the political situation is even more starkly displayed than was the case with the first book which took place in the remote Jacob’s Rest. With so many routine day-to-day activities now controlled by the myriad of new laws virtually everyone is in danger of doing something illegal at some point and the distrust, paranoia and necessary self-interest this engenders is portrayed here to perfection. There is also a hefty dose of desperation displayed by many characters caught in horrendous circumstances such as having married before the laws came into effect and now learning the marriage is outlawed because the couple are newly classified as different races. What struck me too here was that on top of all the kinds of hell the regime settled upon the civilian population it made the ever-present ‘us and them’ mentality between police and the wider community that much worse because, essentially, everyone a policeman comes across is a criminal of one sort or another. Even an honourable cop struggles to deal with that.

Characterisations are Nunn’s other great skill. I liked Emmanuel Cooper even more than in the first book though he is not always a likable human being. But as a character, flaws and all, he is the sort of person who leaps off the page. Experiencing first hand the plight of being classified out of the self-appointed ruling race and losing his job, the main thing by which he defines himself as a human being, make Cooper lose some of his confidence and sense of self-worth. He seems even more haunted by the phantom of his former Sergeant Major and is generally not functioning at his best but he strives, not always successfully, to do no harm to others, especially when the two friends he made in Jacob’s Rest come to town to help him. There isn’t a single standout villain here but there’s a criminal under

As far as story goes I found the middle section a bit woolly with a couple of complications too many. Apart from Cooper, who simply can’t let the dead lie, no one seemed to care much about the murder victims because they were too busy worrying about themselves (not without good reason I admit) or, in the case of the cops, were focussed on ‘getting’ Cooper. For a while the story lost its way a little though it ended strongly with a nail-biting but believable climax.

Emmanuel Copper is certainly not the first flawed protagonist in crime fiction but I find him unique in terms of the experiences he’s endured and I’m left wanting to read more about him. And while this is too confronting a setting to be considered a comfort read it is superbly drawn and, alas, all too believable. I heartily recommend this book though would suggest reading A Beautiful Place to Die first to get a full sense of all that Cooper has had and lost before becoming who he is in this novel.

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My rating 4/5

Publisher Simon & Schuster [2010,]; ISBN 97814116586227; Length 382 pages

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Let the Dead Lie has also been reviewed at Aust Crime Fiction and you might also want to read my review of A Beautiful Place to Die

Link of the Week – Audiobook Community

As regular readers know I am a keen audio book listener and so am pleased to see that there’s a new community site especially for discussing audio books called Audiobook Community. It has all the usual features of social networking sites including group discussions and there’s already a healthy discussion up and running about crime fiction audiobooks (yay). There are also discussions about technology, awards, upcoming titles and the community members include readers, authors and narrators.

In case you missed it I am such a keen audio book listener that I have already completed the obsessed level of the 2010 Audio Book Challenge which required me to listen to 20 audio books this year. Actually so far this year I’ve listened to 24 audio books but some counted towards other challenges and I didn’t feel the need to double up!

Fellow listeners can always find reviews of audio books on this site by going to the Reviews link underneath the header and selecting Audio Books or heading over to the audio book category in the side bar.

Weekly Geeks 2010-19 – Getting Graphic

Terri has posed this week’s discussion topic about graphic novels. She asks
Do you read graphic novels or memoirs? Who are your favorite authors? Which books do you recommend? If you haven’t read any, why not? Some people have the impression that graphic novels are glorified comic books, are unsophisticated or don’t qualify as “serious” literature. What do you think? If you track your book numbers, do you count a graphic novel as a book read?

The short answer is no. I don’t read graphic novels. I’ve read one, a re-print of Will Eisner’s A Contract with God that was originally published in the 70′s but was re-printed a few years ago. And I only read because someone gave it to me as a present and waited patiently for my opinion. Thankfully I wasn’t writing reviews then because I would have struggled to come up with much more than the “it was nice” I said to my generous but slightly misguided friend.

Why don’t I read graphic novels? I’m just not a very visual person and the pictures get in the way of the storytelling for me. I felt the same way about the comic books I was given when I was a kid. I’m sure it sounds odd but I’m the sort of person who would choose a book over a movie every time. I don’t just mean that I would choose the book versus its movie adaptation (though I invariably would) but when offered a choice of what entertainment to consume in a given period I will choose words (in written or audio format) over pictures every time because I find that a better storytelling medium for me. Perhaps it’s because I have a vivid imagination and create my own pictures or perhaps it’s because my brain is wired oddly but if I want to retain information about what I’m consuming I need to read it or hear it.

Just to be clear I’m not ‘against’ graphic novels, I don’t think they’re a less sophisticated form of storytelling and I don’t think I’m superior to those who do enjoy them. It’s simply that just as some people can’t listen to audio books because the words don’t sink in the same way that written words do, illustrated stories of the kind found in comics and graphic novels just don’t sink into my brain.

Review: Midnight Fugue by Reginald Hill

Midnight Fugue is the 20th and final book to count towards the obsessed level for the 2010 Audio Book Challenge (that’s one challenge done, three to go for twenty ten).

It is several months since he was nearly killed in an explosion and DS Andy Dalziel is officially back at work though there are doubts, both in his own mind and in others’, about whether he is quite the operator he once was. One morning he wakes up and rushes to work thinking he is running late only to realise en route that it’s Sunday and his day off. He calls into a Church, to confirm his suspicion about the day of the week, where he is approached by Gina Wolfe. She is the current girlfriend of a London cop Dalziel knows and, on the advice of her boyfriend, she asks Dalziel’s help in determining whether her husband, who disappeared seven years ago and was presumed dead, is really living in Yorkshire. In parallel we meet Goldy Gidman, former gangster turned corporate success, whose main goal in life now is to ensure that is son David, currently a Tory MP, continues his successful political career unhindered by anything including his father’s shady past resurfacing. Over the course of a single day these two threads then intertwine in a myriad of ways.

In musical terms a fugue is a formal piece which has multiple parts that are thematically related though independent and which, in words that could only come from the mouth of Andy Dalziel is “…a bit of a tune that chases itself round and round ’til it vanishes up its own asshole”. Which, though I might not have put it so crudely, is exactly what Hill has created. Although the same core characters do appear through the whole novel in each of the five independent parts different characters and twists are incorporated to form an intriguing though completely circular tale.

Not content with pulling off such a masterpiece of plot construction Hill gives dual meaning to the book’s title by employing the psychiatric meaning of the word fugue as well. It could be argued there is more than one character who experiences a ‘dreamlike state of altered consciousness’ in this story where one of the strongest themes explored is whether or not a person can ever really escape their past.

As always the characterisations are strong, particularly of the long-running characters that must feel a little like family to Hill by now. Fat Andy is still, at his core, the same bloke but his uncertainty about himself adds an interesting element to the book and is very credibly depicted. When his actions bring about an injury to one of his squad both his sense of guilt and his overwhelming need to hide that from the rest if his squad are palpable. Over the past couple of books Hill has made subtle changes to the relationship between Dalziel and his offsider Peter Pascoe and here both men are more evidently coming to terms with the fact that the balance of power in their relationship is in flux. We see lots of explorations of romantic and familial relationships in fiction but it is actually quite rare to see such a considered portrayal of a working relationship, particularly between two men, and it is one of the things I really enjoyed about this book. I think some of the criminal characters were a little flat but I suspect that’s at least partly because it’s hard for anyone to compete with people as fully realised as Dalziel and Pascoe.

I’ve read less than half of the two dozen books in this series but A Cure For All Diseases was one of my favourite books of last year and that made me curious to read this next installment. For me Midnight Fugue, although a very different book from its predecessor, was darned close to being just as good but it must be a tough decision for an author to keep experimenting at the risk of alienating die-hard fans. At least one of those admitted to being a little disappointed with this book partly because it dared to depict some fallibility in the formerly unstoppable Andy Dalziel, and there’s the rub for writers like Hill. Can you write to keep the fans happy and to attract new audiences or do you have to choose? I’m not sure of the answer to that question but I admire the way Hill has resisted the temptation to write the same book over and over.

Once again listening to Jonathan Keeble’s excellent narration of a Dalziel and Pascoe novel was a joy. Both he and Hill seem to have fun with this complicated, contemporary tale and its larger than life characters and their enjoyment was infectious. This novel is an absolute treat.

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My rating 4.5/5

Narrator:Jonathan Keeble; Publisher Whole Story Audio [this edition 2010, originally 2009]; ISBNN/A (download); Length 10 hours 21 minutes

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Midnight Fugue has been reviewed at Crime Scraps, Euro Crime (by Mike), Mysteries in Paradise and Mystery Mile (Nick is the fan I mentioned above who knows Hill’s experimentations are the right thing to do but who can’t help that they leave him a little shaken)

Review: A Thousand Cuts by Simon Lelic

I read this book because Maxine told me to (and even sent me her copy because she is so lovely). I have learned (the hard way) to listen to her and only to her :)

As the book opens we learn there has been a shooting at a London school and that three students, a teacher and the gunman are dead. Lucia May is the police Detective assigned the case but everyone, including her boss and the school’s headmaster, assumes she will wrap it up neatly and quickly. However as she interviews those connected to the shooting she unravels the thousands of moments of bullying and torment that led to the shooting and realises it’s not an open and shut case.

Most of the short chapters in the book are a succession of the interviewee’s sides of Lucia’s discussions with those connected to the shooting including students, parents and teachers. Although we jump quickly from one voice to another I never once had difficulty in working out who was talking or following the action. The different perspectives are depicted cleverly, without gimmickry of any kind and are stunningly realistic. Some of them hit me like a punch to the stomach while others made me weep with sadness. But despite being knocked around by the conflicting emotions I simply could not stop reading.

Interspersed along the way are more traditional narrative chapters told from Lucia’s perspective though these have no less emotional impact. As the sole woman in a squad of men all but one of whom continuously tease her about things like being raped, participate in gross practical ‘jokes’ at her expense and physically torment her, Lucia’s working life is unbearable. The cloying sense of dread that she feels whenever she has to interact with her colleagues is, again, incredibly realistic. She is demonstrably affected by her situation physically and psychologically but, perhaps because there are parallels between her circumstances and the events that led to the shooting, she perseveres with her investigation.

In one sense this book is an easy read being relatively short and not, to me anyway, appearing to have a single unnecessary word. It flows beautifully and is truly compelling. In terms of content however it’s hard going. The violence of the shooting is not described in graphic detail but the violence, fear and torment prevalent in this community is portrayed in the written equivalent of full colour so that you can’t just read and forget. These people and this story will stay with me for a long time.

One of the (many) things that saddens me about the state of modern media is that coverage of real-world events like the one that is the subject of A Thousand Cuts is so superficial. For a couple of days there is outraged coverage about guns/bad parenting/heavy metal music/government regulations or whatever other nonsense is decreed as the evil of the day. After that, after the blame has been laid at the feet of some object or person far removed from ‘normal’ society all is forgotten. What Lelic has done is show how implausible it is that any such event could ever be so clearly linked to a simple identifiable cause and that it’s far more likely that we’re all responsible because of the things we do or say, and the things we don’t do or say, every day.

A Thousand Cuts is beautiful, intimate and sad. Read it.

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My rating 5/5

Publisher Viking [2010]; ISBN 9780670021505; Length 294 pages

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A Thousand Cuts has the title Rupture in the UK, with one or other title the book has been reviewed at Euro Crime (by the aforementioned Maxine), Reading Matters,  Reviewing the EvidenceIt’s A Crime (Or A Mystery)


A New Look

Most of the people who read my posts do so from an RSS reader or an email so won’t care two hoots that I’ve given the blog a makeover during the past few weeks. But I’ve had loads of fun and the new look suits us both. If you’re not reading this on the blog I’ve listed the changes I’ve made to tempt you to stop by for a visit:

I re-categorised every post on the blog so that the right-hand side bar now has links to posts by author, feature of note (e.g. whether a book is translated, in audio format etc), genre, historical period, review rating and setting. Hopefully this makes it easier for you to find some great books to read.

I registered my own domain (for no reason at all other than it was dirt cheap). You won’t need to change anything if you’re subscribed though as WordPress will relay everything seamlessly.

Next I chose a new theme. It’s not perfect but it does have most of the features I was looking for including a more customisable sidebar, larger default font for posts (no nasty comments about my old age please) and, most importantly a customisable background and header.

Which is where the most noticeable change can be seen. My nifty header was designed by the delightful and creative Tara who blogs about books at 25 Hour Books (which is where I first came across her) and designs headers and badges at tSG Designs. I stumbled across Tara’s advertisement a little while ago and decided I’d treat my blog to a new outfit once I’d finished tidying up around the place.

I’m chuffed with the results of both my cleaning up and Tara’s creative efforts and hope you like them too. And perhaps you have some suggestions for what I can do with my button that I don’t really need but couldn’t help asking Tara to design to match the header.

Weekly Geeks 2010-18: A Character Comparison

I know I’m late in contributing to this week’s discussion but I’ve been pondering (I’ve also been reading the most awesome book which I could barely interrupt for sleep let along blogging but more about that tomorrow).  Suey asked us to either discuss a character we really relate to because they’re so much like us we might as well be them OR a character who is the complete opposite of ourselves OR a character we’d most like to be.

I thought I’d tackle the third option but I can’t think of one single character I would like to be. However, reflecting just on the books I’ve read so far this year I can think of some character traits I’d like to purloin from several characters:

  • Hercule Poirot’s ability to observe everything that’s going on in a situation. (I tend not to pay much attention to my surroundings and this can cause trouble like having to wander aimlessly through a car park in the rain when one has obliviously wandered into the store without taking note of where one parked one’s bloody car).
  • Adelia Aguilar’s eloquent ability to find the right thing to say at the right time (I can usually think of the right things to say but it’s often several hours after the conversation where they were needed is over)
  • John Ceepak’s resolve in always sticking to his moral principles even when the circumstances make it difficult (I don’t always do this but I’ve been known to walk away from workplace discussions in which people are saying awful things about immigrants (or other minority groups) rather than try to be a voice of reason and sanity)
  • Kinsey Millhone’s discipline when it comes to exercise (she runs virtually every morning unless she’s been shot while my excuses for not getting off my bum are more along the lines of “it’s a bit chilly today”)
  • Clara Benning’s determination not to let rotten situations get the better of her (especially at work I have to fight the tendency to want to throw my hands in the air and let the buggers win)

If you don’t know who some of these people are click on the link to find the excellent books in which they’ve appeared.

Review (and rant): The Princeton Murders by Ann Waldron

Warning: this review contains plot spoilers (something I would normally avoid but this book made me very cranky)

According to MysteryNet.com a cosy mystery is

“…focused on ‘members of a closed group, often in a country house or village, who became suspects in a generally bloodless and neat murder solved by a great-detective kind of investigator.” The stories almost always involved solving some form of puzzle, and invariably, observation, a keen understanding of human nature, and a heavy reliance on gossip were indispensable tools used in the solving of the crime.”

I understand that the genre is not for everyone but when done well they can be intriguing and entertaining. My problem is the sheer volume of rotten ones that get published. With this sub-genre far more than any of the others I read it seems permissible, even encouraged, for gimmickry to take the place of well-developed characters, logical plots and at least a pretense of an understanding of the genre. The Princeton Murders is yet another example of a book where setting and recipes are supposed to make up for a non-puzzling plot and dull, unbelievable characters who display not one whit of understanding of human nature.

McLeod Dulaney is a Pulitzer Prize winning journalist in Tallahassee who gets invited to be a guest professor at Princeton University for a semester, teaching non-fiction writing. Upon arrival at the university she strolls about a bit soaking in the Ivy-league-ness of the place, attends a rather astonishing number of parties and hooks-up (platonically) with a charming chap called Archie who, alas, becomes an accidental murder victim due to his consumption of a cocktail meant for someone else. Of course the medical and legal authorities are monumentally dim-witted and see nothing odd in his death from liver failure for no apparent reason so treat the death as a natural one. Archie’s colleague Dexter, who was meant to drink the cocktail that knocked-off poor Archie, finally succumbs to our persistent murderer and also dies from liver failure for no apparent reason a few days later but the authorities (still displaying an alarming degree of dim-wittedness) remain unconcerned. McLeod’s students however are much smarter and they decide it must have been murder. Their ‘investigation’ involves repeatedly asking inane and irrelevant questions of the half-dozen or so people who attended both functions at which the fatal cocktails were consumed and participating in a load of guesswork about which one of them might have done it based, for the most part, on how fat they are (I started to count how many times a character’s fat-ness or lack thereof was mentioned but I lost track after 23).

Aside from the utter tedium of the plot it was also incredibly clumsy as everything was telegraphed well in advance. I knew for a certainty from page 15 onwards that the culprit would turn out to be a woman called Ginger. I have no particularly astute powers of deduction but when McLeod, for no sensible reason whatsoever, says to Ginger with respect to her email password “I always use ‘Peaches’ as I’m originally from Georgia” I caught on to the fact that Ginger would soon be reading McLeod’s emails. Seriously it was the literary equivalent of being at a child’s pantomime and having all the kiddies yelling “look out he’s behind you”. But if that wasn’t sign enough of who the murderer would be McLeod kept repeating that Ginger couldn’t be the culprit because she was too nice (and not nearly fat enough) to be a killer so none of the students ever spoke to her though all the other suspects were grilled multiple times. To top off the plot sloppiness Ginger’s motive (she’d had an affair with and been dumped by the bloke she wanted to kill) was never mentioned until after she’d been caught although all the other suspects’ possible motives were discussed at nauseating length.

Frankly I think even those who look for gimmicks would have been disappointed by this offering given that the ‘recipes’ were for such gourmet treats as champagne and orange juice (that is literally the entire recipe followed by the instruction ‘mix’) and a slightly fancy version of cheese on toast. In the end I found the characters completely devoid of any understanding of human nature (keen or otherwise) and the plot about as puzzling as carpet. Hrrrrmph.

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My rating 2/5

Publisher Berkley Prime Crime [2003]; ISBN 04251880205; Length 263 pages

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Review: Inhuman Remains by Quintin Jardine

Inhuman Remains is this month’s discussion book for my face to face book group.

Primavera Blackstone goes into hiding when she survives the plane crash that she believes was initiated by her ex-husband, Oz Blackstone. However when he dies a few months later she feels it’s safe to come out of hiding, retrieve her young son Tom and head off to Spain to live a life of luxury. Two years after this her Aunt Adrienne shows up and asks Prim to help locate her son Frank who, since he finished his prison sentence for fraud, has been working at a resort in Switzerland but has now disappeared. Prim, having previously helped her ex-husband who was apparently a private investigator as well as being a world-famous actor, agrees to become involved. Mayhem ensues.

Surely Primavera Blackstone is the kind of woman who only exists in the fantasy lives of men? There is no substance to her at all as she flits from being the world’s cleverest woman to the world’s most perfect mother to the world’s best lover while maintaining a nice line in pithy one-liners. Everyone she knows loves her, everyone she knows will risk their own death to save or protect her and everyone she knows is awestruck by her. I, on the other hand, found her tiresome and entirely unbelievable. None of the other characters is memorable enough a day and a half after finishing the book for me to make any kind of comment about them at all.

The plot started at implausible and got sillier from there. There is so much double crossing and triple crossing and parish priests saving the world kind of nonsense that I’d really lost interest well before the last ludicrous and unsatisfying twist. No one seemed to be telling the truth at any point in the story so there really wasn’t any suspense because I had nothing invested in the characters or the story.

I’m quite sure the book is not meant to be taken terribly seriously and I’m quite content with that concept but in such cases I have to find something to like and here I couldn’t. I can’t even sensibly explain why Elizabeth Peters’ Amelia Peabody (an equally implausible heroine of adventure tales) makes me smile while Primavera Blackstone just made me cranky but that’s the way it is. Once again though I am out of step with the mainstream because Jardine has published 30 novels including nine previous books featuring Oz Blackstone and they seem to be very popular but I’m afraid I didn’t see much here that would have me hunting down any of his other titles.

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My rating 2/5

Publisher Headline [2009]; ISBN 9780755340224; Length 310 pages

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Inhuman Remains has been reviewed at Mysteries in Paradise

Review: The Crossing Places by Elly Griffiths

The 19th book to count towards my 2010 Audio book challenge is the first crime novel by this author and I was tempted to read it by this review at Petrona (where Maxine posts what amounts to my personal reading guide)

When some bones are discovered in marshland at Norfolk DCI Harry Nelson calls on the expertise of forensic archaeologist Ruth Galloway to date them. Nelson is hoping they are the bones of a child who disappeared 10 years previously in a case that still haunts him. Disappointingly for Harry, though excitingly for Ruth, the bones turn out to be of an Iron Age girl and she is able to initiate a new archaeological dig in the marshes. Based on his assessment that Ruth is smart and probably knowledgeable about the academic references within them Harry asks Ruth to take a look at some taunting letters he received relating to the girl’s disappearance. Before much headway can be made though another young girl goes missing and both Ruth and Harry are caught up in the events.

There are dual standout characters in this book. The first is Ruth Galloway who is simply delightful. When we meet her she is getting ready to go to work as a lecturer at the (fictional) North Norfolk University and we get the first glimpse of her internal monologue

…She answers the ever-present sardonic interviewer in her head. ‘OK, I’m a single woman on my own and I have cats, what’s the big deal? And OK sometimes I do speak to them but I don’t imagine that they answer back and I don’t pretend that I’m any more to them than a convenient food dispenser’

This sets the tone for the lively, funny, clever, brave despite her insecurities character who is revealed over the course of the story. I adored her.

I know there are people who take issue with places being referred to as characters but I’m going to do it anyway because the other strong presence in this book is the marshlands in which most of the action takes place. Ruth lives in an isolated cottage on the edge of the same marshland in which the bones were discovered and on the same morning that we meet her she sits at her kitchen table and looks out the window

Beyond her front garden with its wind-blown grass and broken blue fence there is nothingness; just miles and miles of marshland spotted with stunted gorse bushes and criss crossed with small treacherous streams. Sometimes at this time of year you see great flocks of wild geese wheeling across the sky their feathers turning pink in the rays of the rising sun. But today, on this grey winter morning, there is not a living creature as far as the eye can see. Everything is pale and washed out; grey-green merging to grey-white as the marsh meets the sky. Far off is the sea, a line of darker grey, seagulls riding in on the waves. It is utterly desolate…

This is a landscape perfectly suited for the kind of mystery that unfolds there.

The rest of the characters are intriguing also, though not as substantial as Ruth and the marshland, and include Ruth’s former boyfriend and an old lecturer of hers who were both, along with Ruth, involved in an archaeological dig at about the time the first girl disappeared in the area. Although a surly Northerner without much time for academics, Harry Nelson proves to be an intelligent and sympathetic Officer and his relationship with Ruth becomes one of mutual respect.

Unfortunately the mystery part of this crime fiction is not quite as well-developed as the characters. It wasn’t particularly difficult to spot the culprit early on and there was probably one too many coincidental connections between Harry and Ruth and their respective pasts. But I have to say I forgave this more easily than I normally would do because I was enjoying the experience of meeting these people and being lost in this place. Jane McDowell’s superb narration, in a voice I now think of as Ruth’s, added a wonderful element to this very pleasurable reading experience.

All that remains is to decide whether to buy the second book, The Janus Stone, in print form or wait a little while to see if it is released in audio format. I shan’t be able to wait long.

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My rating 3.5/5

Narrator Jane McDowell; Publisher BBC WW [2009]; ISBN N/A (audio download); Length 8hrs 26mins

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The Crossing Places has been reviewed at DJs KrimiblogEuro Crime (Pat) and Petrona (thanks again Maxine),