Martha Grimes’ Richard Jury mysteries are among my go-to reads when I need to soothe myself with excellent writing, characters drawn to life, and believable plots.
This has been the latest one I’ve revisited, but it’s been so long, I felt as if I were reading it for the first time. I rather love it when that happens:
The third in the bestselling Richard Jury mystery series by Martha Grimes.
A spinster whose passion was bird-watching, a dotty peer who pinched pennies, and a baffling murder made the tiny village of Littlebourne a most extraordinary place. And a severed finger made a ghastly clue in the killing that led local constables from a corpse to a boggy footpath to a beautiful lady’s mansion.
But Richard Jury refused, preferring to take the less traveled route to a slightly disreputable pub, the Anodyne Necklace. There, drinks all around loosened enough tongues to link a London mugging with the Littlebourne murder and a treasure map that would chart the way to yet another chilling crime.
This is the book that introduces the undelicious–but so perfectly written–Cripps clan.
Grimes, to be, personifies the best of the mystery genre. She alternates between humour and heavy with a deftness one rarely sees in murder mysteries, which tend to be either heavy and gory or light and fluffy.
Grimes strikes the perfect balance. And her writing is top-notch.