The book opens in 1874, and yet by the third chapter the characters have referred to Jack the Ripper who didn't do his deeds for another fourteen years. When the author makes a mistake as glaring as that early on, I'm distracted with listening for other anachronisms and errors throughout. Which is all the odder as the book staggers along beneath a burden of English legal and trade trivia, with all the entertainment value of a 6th grade text book. I love books with gobs of historical trivia (I'm a great lover of the Aubrey-Maturin series for example) but Mr. Finch seems incapable of delivering his load of information in any manner that could pass as story telling. I wish Mr. Finch had stuck to telling his story, as derivative of other and better detective fiction though it is.
I suppose, on some Venn diagram somewhere, there is a bizarre overlap of people who enjoy the police procedural and romance novels too. I really can't explain why I listened to even the 90% of the book that I did. The whole damsel-in-distress thing annoyed me no end. The story opens with a female dental forensics specialist arriving on a crime scene. You'd think in those opening paragraphs that she was going to be a strong female type (perhaps not unlike Kay Scarpetta), but within moments Lacey Campbell has gone all woozy, and been caught up in the arms of a strong handsome man. Bleh!
Where has Ms. Elliot spent the last 40 years? Doesn't she know that the damsel-in-distress went out with the advent of feminism? At one point our hero muses to himself that he needs "another male on his side" to keep the putative heroine safe.
The narrator, Ms. Rudd, did what she could with this mess of a story.
I'll skip the rest of this series; I don't have time to wait around for Kendra Elliot to evolve.
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