Rejoice you fans of classic manor house murders. Give me an hallelujah and amen! We have the heir to one of my favorite mystery categories in G. M. Malliet’s Chief Detective Inspector St. Just’s debut, Death of a Cozy Writer. And it’s about damn time! Cozy mysteries have become increasingly just too twee, too insipid, too contrived, too self-consciously cutsiepoo for words. Filled with recipes, crossword puzzles, candle making tips, quilting, dogs, cats, ferrets – jeeze, you name it. Worse still are some of those amateur sleuths who are really such annoying people you’re rooting for them to be the next victim.
I bought Death of a Cozy Writer because it was a 2008 Best First Novel nominee for an Agatha Award by Malice Domestic, the association of cozy writers, and the reviews were excellent. If the cast of characters seem familiar, they should. Everyone of them has been in an Agatha Christie mystery: the aging, rich, nasty, manipulative pater familias; the equally nasty, avaricious, self-centered eldest son with his grasping, greedy wife; the overweight, dowdy, socially clueless daughter who manages on her own; the pretentious, self-adsorbed art store owner son with his neglected but beautiful lady friend, and the alcoholic fringe actor son who knows even his marginal career is giving way to age. Then there’s daddy’s bride-to-be, unexpectedly a woman of mature years but with a very scandalous background – suspected of having murdered her first husband.
If you’ve read Christie’s Hercule Poirot mysteries this is sounding a LOT like a mishmash of several of those books – and it is. Christie used variations of these characters and basic plot devices numerous times. Perhaps it’s why I found myself smiling so often while reading, it was like an unexpected visit with old acquaintances and finding them unchanged. Some view this book as a send up of the manor house mystery, others as an homage. Take your pick. It is cheekily derivative, yet so well done you don’t care. (more…)