Review by New York Times Review
The pretty Canadian village of Three Pines is slumbering peacefully through the "long, long, dark, dark, Québec winter" in Louise Penny's latest mystery, KINGDOM OF THE BLIND (Minotaur, $28.99), when it is suddenly hit by a blizzard. The temperature drops to a chilling minus 35 degrees, snow blankets the village green and neighbors trudge through the towering drifts to warm themselves by the fireside at the local inn. But while the setting is entrancing, everyone knows that, "in the countryside, winter was a gorgeous, glorious, luminous killer." And to prove that point, an old farmhouse collapses under the snow, trapping someone inside. Luckily, Armand Gamache, chief superintendent of the Sureté du Québec, is on the scene to deliver comfort and establish order. "He relied on, and trusted, both his rational mind and his instincts," Penny says of her avuncular detective, who is surely one of the most endearing specimens of his kind. But there is no shortage of appealing characters in this series, from Ruth Zardo, an aged and delightfully rude poet and her equally foulmouthed pet duck, to Bertha, the cleaning woman, who may very well be the titled baroness she calls herself. Typical of this author, the core mystery is a delicate matter and rather sad, something that draws the villagers closer together instead of tearing them apart. When Penny wants to darken the story, she shifts the action from the pristine village of Three Pines to inner-city Montreal, where the streets are vile. "Never safe. Never clean_Darker, filthier. Clogged with excrement, puke." Here, she picks up a grittier subplot involving a young cadet who's on the verge of being expelled from the Sureté Academy. Should the girl have been admitted in the first place? Gamache pointedly asks the academy's commander. "A stoned former prostitute junkie who's dealing opioids in the academy?" he responds. "Are you kidding? She's a delight." Not a delight, exactly, but another outstanding - and completely unexpected - character in a constantly surprising series that deepens and darkens as it evolves. Arthur Bryant has written his memoirs - and a jolly good yarn they make, too. In bryant & MAY: HALL OF MIRRORS (Bantam, $27), Christopher Fowler transports crotchety Bryant and his suave sleuthing partner, John May, back to the 1960s, when those two old dears were mere youngsters, just starting out in the hippy-dippy days of "Swinging London." ("This is so groovy!" May observes of a colorful Canal Carnival in Camden Town.) As the only detectives in the Peculiar Crimes Unit, the partners are entrusted to watch over Monty Hatton-Jones, the key witness in a court case against a shady developer whose latest high-rise venture collapsed, killing some unfortunates. When their flighty charge takes off for a weekend at a country estate, the sleuths find themselves in a manor house mystery amusingly fitted out with chilly aristocrats, their family art collections (the Gainsborough and the Reynolds are quality goods, but "the PreRaphaelites are vulgar and virtually unsaleable") and their hereditary ghosts. As always in this series, this one's a lark. Ever since Oedipus, literary heroes have been searching for - or running from - their fathers, a theme that still bedevils many a mystery story. Joe Talbert Jr., the protagonist of Allen Eskens's prodigal son novel, the shadows WE HIDE (Mulholland, $27), follows that classic route, only to discover that the man he believes to have been his father was a nasty human being: a brutal husband, an unfit father and, as one person in the know puts it, "a jerk." Being in sore need of professional redemption, Talbert, a young reporter facing a defamation suit, hardly needs to hear this. While he comes off second best in a humiliating bar fight, he gets another chance to prove his manhood by standing up to a family of white supremacists and eventually solving his own father's murder. And because we're now living in a brave new world where manhood is defined in broader, more humanitarian terms, Talbert proves himself a true hero by the loving care he extends to a younger brother with special needs. Every detective has a case that haunts him. For the Chicago cops Hank Purcell and Marvin Bondarowicz, that would be the "dead kid in the suitcase" whose broken body epitomizes "some kind of evil that was one-of-a-kind, fresh and original down to its buttons." In writing SUITCASE CHARLIE (Kasva Press, paper, $14.95), John Guzlowski was inspired by a true crime that horrified his city in 1955 and retains the power to shock us today. Even the hardbitten police lieutenant in charge of the fictionalized case is shaken by the singular brutality of the unknown killer. "And when you find him," he tells his officers, "I want you to hurt him." The sheer cruelty of the case's multiple murders demands coarse language, at which Guzlowski excels. But in describing the saintly Sisters of St. Joseph nuns who live near the murder scene as "tough broads, eyes like razors," he lets us know that, back in the day, the city of Chicago was an all-around rough town. Marilyn stasio has covered crime fiction for the Book Review since 1988. Her column appears twice a month.
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Review by Booklist Review
London's River Thames is a main character in the latest mystery tackled by Detectives Arthur Bryant and John May of the city's Peculiar Crimes Unit (PCU), a bumbling outfit described by one officer as like working in a condemned funfair. The mystery at first seems straightforward enough: a drowned young woman has been found chained to the shore of the river, and the detectives must find out whodunit. However, like Bryant's marvelously erudite and wandering mind, nothing is simple, and the case soon involves further victims, self-help hoaxes, and hallucinatory trips back in time. Fans of Fowler's detectives won't be disappointed (they should note that this novel is set up as a stand-alone and so covers ground, including Bryant's mental affliction, addressed in earlier titles). Newcomers who enjoy police procedurals with cozy elements, and the TV show Midsomer Murders, will find a new writer to follow. All will be fascinated by the Thames-related mythology and superstition related by Fowler, who has clearly done his homework.--Verma, Henrietta Copyright 2016 Booklist
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
Can the eccentric London Peculiar Crimes Unit carry on without one of its stalwarts, Arthur Bryant, who seems to be suffering from dementia? That's the opening challenge for Bryant's long-suffering partner, John May, and the rest of the PCU, in Fowler's twisty 13th series whodunit (after 2015's Bryant & May and the Burning Man). While Bryant is on medical leave, his colleagues investigate the case of a 24-year-old woman who was found drowned in the Thames, chained to a post by a killer who apparently left no footprints. Bryant, who believes the cure for his ailment can be found in a treatise titled Diseases and Treatments of Congolese Tribal Elders 1870-1914, sneaks his way back into the saddle to help out. Sections depicting the shady career of Libyan refugee Ali Bensaud, who, after making his perilous way to England, begins running a series of confidence schemes, tantalize the reader. Fowler once again perfectly balances farce and deduction. Agent: Howard Morhaim, Howard Morhaim Literary Agency. (Dec.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
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Review by Library Journal Review
The river Thames takes center stage in Fowler's 13th "Peculiar Crimes Unit" adventure (after The Burning Man) when the drowned corpse of a young woman is found chained to a post along the shoreline. Because only the victim's footsteps are found at the scene, Arthur Bryant, one of the unit's elderly lead detectives and a connoisseur of London's arcane history, initially considers the cause of death to be suicide as part of some sort of rebirthing ritual. But Arthur has been suspended from police work owing to what appears to be worsening symptoms of dementia. When his partner John May becomes the prime suspect in a second river-related death, it looks like the end of the road for the senior sleuths and their tight-knit, if a bit chaotic and disorganized, team of investigators. Along the way, Fowler weaves in a second story involving an ambitious Libyan refugee-turned-con artist, and we know that eventually this young man will encounter Bryant and May. Verdict Fowler's mysteries are really love letters to the city of London, mixing obscure historical tidbits about the city's ancient past and landmarks with eerie crimes to be solved by two of mystery's most engaging older sleuths since Miss Marple. His latest effort, though, is hampered by an overly convoluted plot and surprisingly weak character development. Still, fans will find pleasures in this sprawling, messy mystery.-Wilda Williams, Library Journal © Copyright 2016. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
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