Death
at the Sign of the Rook, by Kate Atkinson.
Ex-Detective Jackson Brodie is now a Private Detective doing the gumshoe work usually associated with ex-coppers, which is making a living off the surveillance of extra-marital sinners and the like; now he has been instructed to find a missing painting thought to have been stolen by an old Yorkshire lady’s last caregiver. But his new employers do not strike him with confidence, either – they are too dismissive of the painting’s value (just an old keepsake, sentimental value only’), especially in light of the ruthless evaluation of everything else in the house: ‘Lady with a Weasel’ (well, what else could that fur ball be, sitting on her lap, thinks Jackson when he sees a rare photo of the painting. Jackson’s knowledge of fine art is minimal at best.)
Something Stinks in the State of Denmark,
reflects Jackson later, when another painting by Turner is audaciously removed
from a stately home not too far from the first theft, the stately home now
being reduced to running Murder Mystery Weekends in a part of the building
converted into a hotel for paying guests by the sons of local aristocrat Lady
Milton. Sadly, it would seem that her
Secretary went missing the same time that the Turner was cut from its
frame: too many coincidences, thinks
Brody (and everyone else!)
Ms Atkinson has decided to follow the ironclad rules of
the classic Detective fictional story here:
a troupe of actors hired for the Mystery Weekend; a motley collection of guests including the
local vicar, an army major (lost a leg in Afghanistan, no less!), Jackson
himself as the pillar of logic and lightning converter of clues; oh, and don’t
forget the mysterious caregiver/secretary, who also returns to stir up the
waters – which aren’t waters at all, but a blinding snowstorm, which traps
everyone in place when the power fails.
And guess what is revealed when the lights come back on? Well. You’ll have to read the book to find
out.
And what a book!
Ms Atkinson has never been better at setting the scene, providing each
great character with a backstory that is entirely rational but exceptional, and
when the plot’s end is finally revealed the reader has to take off their hat
(whether wearing one or not!) to the relentlessly perfect dotting of I’s and
crossing of t’s – there is absolutely nothing left to chance; all is revealed in the most marvellous and
witty manner. And it goes without saying
that the crooks are the most entertaining!
SIX STARS.