Book Review: Murder at Madingley Grange

I really feel this needs to be done. Partially because I sense the wizards about, and partially because I was spectacularly appalled with this novel which really should've been fun and light. So, without further ado...

MURDER AT MADINGLEY GRANGE by Caroline Graham
Genre: Mystery.
Rating: Poor. Really fecking poor!

This is meant to be a take on the English country house mystery. We know the formula: a group comes to a picturesque English country house called Madingley Grange for the weekend, someone gets killed, suspicion and romantic entanglements ensue. Normally, I love these. I say "normally." The novel is a somewhat more modern take on the formula--instead of a visiting group in, say, the 1920s or 1930s, we have a brother and sister (Simon and Laurie Hannaford) who are watching their elderly aunt's house while she goes abroad during the summer, probably set in the 1980s. The brother comes up with the capital idea that they could stage a country house murder weekend with paying guests, costumes, etc. Laurie is hesitant, but finally agrees. They hire a dodgy butler and maid (really, really dodgy), arrange the guests, and get ready for the big weekend.

Then we meet the guests. We have faux snobs (the Saville mother and daughter), the sort of people you can imagine singing "I'm a Cockney/I'm a Cockney" (the Gibbses, including Mr. Gibbs's mother), a man who has been invited along in order to cozy up to the Saville mother in order to remain engaged to the daughter (Martin), a mystery aficionado and his wife (the... Gregories?), another mystery fan called Mr. Gillette (don't remember much about him) and... that may be all? They honestly got so tiresome, I just wanted the murder to happen to everyone.

I will also make mention here of the hired help plotline, which is not really resolved in a satisfactory way. We have two people calling themselves Gaunt and Bennett. I believe Gaunt is the butler and Bennett is supposed to be the chambermaid. We find out during the course of the novel that they are actually brothers called Ben and... someone from a crime associated family (mother is on the game, father is in prison). They are hoping to steal some valuables in order to make a quick pound. Their ruse involves "Bennett" dressed as a woman--including a fake bust.

So, where should I start? First of all, almost all of the characters are unlikeable, and as I read, I found that the narrator didn't like them either. She puts in sarcastic comments outside of their dialogue. The Savilles are snobs, the Gibbses are vulgar, Simon is a manipulator, and the Gregories consist of an over-zealous mystery fanatic who is so irritating and his tired wife who is just... tired. Martin and Laurie are cute, as is their romance subplot.

However, what is not cute is what Ms. Graham does with them at the end, which is representative of the sort of nonsense she employs throughout the rest of the book. Their storyline goes along much as one would expect in a mystery novel like this. As mentioned above, Martin comes into the Grange secretly engaged to the Saville daughter. Similarly, Laurie is engaged to a man called Hugh who doesn't attend the weekend because he claims that he's ill. At the end, the engagement between Martin and his fiance is off and he and Laurie have decided they love each other. As they're attempting to arrange rides for people who want to leave, Laurie's fiance arrives with another woman (she's called Poppy and she's an idiot--and so is Hugh for secretly dating her). They announce their affection for each other and say that they couldn't go on deceiving Laurie any longer. So, this engagement is also off. Laurie is surprised, but agrees and then introduces them to Martin, calling him darling. And we get to hear more piffle from Poppy. Then everyone decides in corny style to go out for dinner together and be good chums.

Same tacky, shallow conclusion to the staff plotline. The faux murder occurs, which Simon and Gregory's wife convinces everyone is a real murder. The staff, who have previously cut the phone lines and removed the rotor arm from the only working vehicle on the property, panic and leave, taking the car with them. Do we ever see them again? No. Hugh says that the van has fallen over into a ditch, but there is never any attempt to resolve the arc.

Similarly, a number of the guests leave at the end, but not all. They're leaving a day early, so Simon and Laurie are technically still stuck with some of the guests, but there is no conclusion to that either. The final ending is even more absurd. Completely unrelated to anything else that happened in the house, the elderly aunt reveals through narration that she's been trying to make up her mind about who to leave Madingley Grange to. She would prefer Simon and Laurie, but she isn't sure. So, she arranges to leave the various nieces and nephews in charge of the Grange for two week periods after which she returns unexpectedly to find out how they've been taking care of things.

So, we have many loose ends, cliched characters and tactics, and an ending that has absolutely no effect on the events of the novel. This book has taken me ages to get through, and even finishing it took me a concentrated day and a half. Caroline Graham created a wonderful beginning for Midsomer Murders, but we don't like Evil Tom or Evil Troy and her non-Barnaby novels are really no better. Poor effort!

And St. Valentine's Day!

I expect you think I'll mention it! Well, I... may! But mostly I'll just change the theme again to reflect the capitalist inflicted season. No, I really don't mind. I have no weird hangups about "Oh God I need a boyfriend on Valentine's Day or my life is worthless." That is so ridiculous, and it's entirely invented by television, films, and the Valentine's Day wizards who strum harps instead of saying bark. It's a nice formality for people who are in relationships and want an excuse for gifts or sex. Conversely, for people who like chocolate, it's like Christmas!

For all of you nosy people in the vastness of the internet, I'm sure you want to know what my special plans are. I will be spending the whole day and night with my significant other(s). His name is Education, and our sometimes third is called Clion, the male version of the muse. We're going to be naughty and move beyond the theoretical to the practical--and read about public history! I'm already quivering in my designer lingerie.

Tsk Tsk!

Our sister blog hasn't created a new post in two whole months! I do declare... that... smells like... mutiny!

(Hopefully if we do mutiny, she'll actually leave the ship instead of just saying, "Yeah?" and making us call Worf.)