Review
'Few writers in the genre today have Hill's gifts: formidable intelligence, quick humour, compassion and a prose style that blends elegance and grace' Donna Leon, Sunday Times 'The fertility of Hill's imagination, the range of his power, the sheer quality of his literary style never cease to delight' Val McDermid, Sunday Express 'He is probably the best living male crime writer in the English-speaking world' Andrew Taylor, Independent 'Reginald Hill's novels are really dances to the music of time, his heroes and villains interconnecting, their stories entwining' Ian Rankin, Scotland on Sunday 'An increasingly lyrical and always humorous writer, he is first and foremost an instinctive and complete novelist who is blessed with a spontaneous storytelling gift' Francis Fyfield, Mail On Sunday
Perhaps the best - and certainly the most elaborate - mystery in the Yorkshire series featuring Inspectors Dalziel and Pascoe: two complex cases (one in its psychology, the other in its gothic twists) that wind up overlapping in a downright baroque - yet never foolish - way. The principal case involves the estate of the late Mrs. Gwendoline Huby - who has left her fortune to a trio of charities (including one shady right-wing outfit). . .unless her son Alex, missing in action in WW II Italy, should happen to show up at last. So, when a 60-ish gent from Italy turns up claiming to be the long-lost heir, several parties - including the bitter, disinherited Huby cousins - are curious, to say the least. And when the claimant soon turns up murdered, the Yorkshire cops enter the picture - including secretly homosexual Sgt. Wield, himself caught up in a tortured affair with a mulatto youth from London. . .until the young man (who was searching for his long-lost father) turns up dead in a ditch near the old Huby manse. Are the two killings connected? Was the claimant an impostor? These and other questions are eventually answered in a series of explanatory showdowns, with a few excess convolutions amid the tangle of impersonations, secret blood-links, and homicidal delusions. But the getting-there is almost always fascinating and darkly amusing - with a colorfully varied support cast (reporters, lawyers, pub folk) and slightly new roles for Dalziel (more wise than foul this time) and Pascoe (frankly confused). (Kirkus Reviews)
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'Reginald Hill stands head and shoulders above any other writer of crime fiction' Observer Geraldine Lomas's son went missing in Italy during World War Two, but the eccentric old lady never accepted his death. Now she is dead, leaving the Lomas beer fortune to be divided between an animal rights organization, a fascist front and a services benevolent fund. As disgruntled relatives gather by the graveside, the funeral is interrupted by a middle-aged man in an Italian suit, who falls to his knees crying, 'Mama!' Andy Dalziel is preoccupied with the illegal book one of his sergeants is running on who is to be appointed as the new Chief Constable. But when a dead Italian turns up in the police car park, Peter Pascoe and his bloated superior are plunged into an investigation that makes internal police politics look like child's play!
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