Sorry I’m a bit behind reporting on the last meeting, writes Jeannine. In full panic from incoming budget cuts, we’re all running around trying to dodge falling axes. No bloodshed so far, but we’re keeping the HazMat team on speed dial.
Last Thursday the book club met to discuss the mysteries of Deborah Crombie. At first we were supposed to be in the Ford room, but a Children’s spring craft program bumped us to the Board room. But then a budget meeting full of very serious faces locked themselves in the Board room, and believe me, we weren’t going anywhere near them. So we scrambled back to the Ford room, helped them clear up and move tables, put the children’s program decorations to use and stole what was left of their refreshments. Nice punch! I think that worked out rather well.
Deborah Crombie writes British police procedurals featuring Duncan Kincaid and Gemma James. Initially partnered as a Detective Inspector with his Sergeant, their relationship, both personal and professional, shifts and realigns throughout the series. Because they work for Scotland Yard, they are called on to solve cases throughout the U.K., including Glastonbury, Yorkshire and Scotland, as well as London locations. So there is a strong sense of place, as well as character development and detective work. Deborah Crombie is actually an American (she lives in Texas) who has spent a great deal of time in Britain, and her work is compared most often to another American who writes British mysteries, Elizabeth George (the Inspector Lynley series).
Most of the group enjoyed the series a great deal. Some had read many, one had read all of them, and for a few, this was their first and they intend to read more. There was also a small group of dissidents gathered at the end of one table. These three were bored to tears and not afraid to say so. They did, however, manage to keep their heckling to a minimum J. Because it is a series, different people started at different points of the characters’ lives, and came away with different views of the series. Here’s a list of them in order with links to Amazon:
We started with the people who had read the first in the series, A Share In Death. Most enjoyed it well enough to read more. Some thought it was more of a cozy, or traditional mystery, than a police procedural. There was the element of all the suspects under one roof, sort of a country house murder mystery. And just like the reader, the characters of Kincaid and James are meeting each other for the first time, and getting to know one another and their working styles. Some people thought the early Crombie stories were less complex than later, when there is more character development, including that of outside characters, and often more historical background (A Finer End set in both modern and medieval Glastonbury, or Kissed a Sad Goodbye set in both modern times and during World War II, are good examples of these). The dissidents of the group said the character development may be all right, but they didn’t care about any of the characters, so they quickly lost interest. The others thought them quite mad.
The mysteries themselves were considered complex and involving, and often left the reader unsure “whodunit” right up to the end of the book. Loose ends were drawn together and nothing vital left dangling. Coincidence was kept at a minimum and characters’ relationships and careers advanced at a believable pace. Both Duncan and Gemma have reasonable ambition for career advancement, and the usual difficulties with “politics,” family dynamics and child care. One reader speculated that both the home and professional lives of the characters were better understood and enjoyed by Americans because Crombie is herself an American. But others found the British colloquialisms, habits and diet to be so firmly, well, British, that some had difficulty understanding parts. But all were happy that most of the writing hadn’t been “Americanized” (though there were a few that crept in).
All in all it was a very enjoyable evening. We always like the ones where some love it, and some hate it, and only the mildest of insults are tossed around like a hot potato. And what kind of meeting would it be if I didn’t have to ding the bell at least once?
