Silent in the Grave
This can only be described as a rich plum pudding of a book, full of everything you would find in a Victorian melodrama. And what melodrama it is. In 1886, in London, we have the hero, Nicholas Brisbane, the violin-playing, bastard grandson of a duke who is a Byronically handsome private detective with second sight and gypsy blood. Next there’s the heroine, Lady Julia Grey, a lord’s daughter who was reared unconventionally, of course, behaving like a Victorian miss one moment and a 21st century heroine the next. She’s in an unhappy marriage that ends in the death of her wealthy, well-bred husband on the first page. A cracking opening, and the pace is kept up right through the book. There are the now expected homosexual and lesbian liaisons as well as the build-up to a Big Romance for our heroine in the next book. The plot is basic. Who killed my husband? However, there are so many subplots and such a large cast of personalities that there are almost too many plums in the pudding. Best taken chapter by chapter at bedtime.