"The Fig Eater" opens with the discovery of the body of a young girl in a Viennese park. She is Dora (familiar to students of Freud as the subject of perhaps his most famous case study). An Inspector of police begins his investigation into her murder, using logic, forensics and all the tools of his long experience; meanwhile his wife Erzebet, an enigmatic Hungarian steeped in gypsy folklore, becomes obsessed with the girl and begins an investigation of her own, aided by a young English governess called, oddly, Wally. With such promising material (psychoanalysis, gypsy superstition, sexual tension, snow, repression, secrets, a murder), this book was an irresistible prospect. However, it ultimately proved to be less meaty than I'd hoped. Someone once said that they couldn't bear novels in which the author kept showing off how much research they'd done. It's a temptation that Jody Shields has not been able to resist. Set in turn-of-the-century Vienna, "The Fig Eater" is top heavy with detail: every cake in the cafes is precisely named, the trim of every cloak, the name of each paint colour into which Erzebet dips her brush: all elaborately and carefully set out. Shields must have spent hours walking the paths of the Stadtpark, noting the fall of the light at different seasons, at different times of day. All this detail certainly builds an evocative, sinister atmosphere, thick with superstition and striking images. Shields has a background in screenwriting, and it shows: time and again, scenes are set up: we're presented with a powerful tableau, a cinematic shot: a young girl in a darkened garden, confronted by a man with a silver nose; a woman moving through a room hung with white sheets; a silent museum filled with naked wax figures. The trouble is that all these scenes, striking as they are, don't really lead us anywhere. "The Fig Eater" is presented in the form of a murder mystery, yet the threads of the mystery are never satisfactorily tied together. The chief pleasure of the mystery story lies in its solution. Shields leads us through not one, but two complicated investigations of Dora's murder, but neither delivers that gratifying series of clicks when all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. In the end, I was left tantalized, even titillated, but ultimately unfulfilled.