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Combe Island off the Cornish coast has a bloodstained history of piracy and cruelty but now, privately owned, it offers respite to over-stressed men and women in positions of high authority who require privacy and guaranteed security. But the peace of Combe is violated when one of the distinguished visitors is bizarrely murdered. Commander Adam Dalgliesh is called in to solve the mystery quickly and discreetly, but at a difficult time for him and his depleted team. Dalgliesh is uncertain about his future with Emma Lavenham, the woman he loves; Detective Inspector Kate Miskin has her own emotional problems; and the ambitious Sergeant Francis Benton-Smith is worried about working under Kate. Hardly has the team begun to unravel the complicated motives of the suspects than there is a second brutal killing, and the whole investigation is jeopardized when Dalgliesh is faced with a danger more insidious and as potentially fatal as murder.… (more)
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P. D. James is a gifted crime writer, who handles the pacing of a mystery well, and doesn’t let character fall down while building her narrative; in fact, she pays more attention to her characters, peripheral as well as recurring or leading, than most crime writers I’ve read. A great example is the victim, whose detestable personality is layered with a convincingly-established sympathy for the writing to which he was absolutely dedicated. The Lighthouse, the thirteenth book featuring Adam Dalgliesh, left me in no doubt as to the Commander’s personality, or that of his two colleagues, nor were any of the suspects anything but properly fleshed-out individuals. I love picking up a novel where the mystery is the point, and finding that the attention to detail is as sound in every other aspect. James also creates fabulous atmosphere.
This isn’t the most gripping crime fiction novel I’ve ever read, but this author always delivers something above the norm. For me it’s the standard of writing that keeps me coming back; what she contributes to the genre is crime literature, rather than crime fiction.
The actual detection process this time is a bit Maigret-like: Dalgleish does nothing in particular for the first three hundred pages except listen to the suspects, then wakes up in his sickbed with a flash of psychological insight, knowing who did it. A pity: I was rather hoping one of the sidekicks would be allowed to solve the mystery whilst the boss was out of action...
At the end of a PDJ novel, including this one, I find that I hate all the characters. Each character dying off is almost a relief. I am left with the feeling, as Agatha Christie would put it, that they are all "nasty people". I always feel soiled after reading a PDJ novel. The people involved are so awful, so corrupt, so cold, so conscienceless, including PDJ's darling detective, Adam Dalgliesh. Dalgliesh is slightly reminiscent of Javert from Les Mis, but without Javert's redeeming qualities; he is truly an awful human being, so much so that she sticks on the artificial appellation of poet to his character, like one of those facades added to add architecture to those boxlike government buildings. Dalgliesh is conscienceless, he is cruel to the victims to get information, and he is unfeeling to his detectives, playing them off against each other to further his cause. It is fine for a character to be flawed, but clearly, PDJ takes no issue with this; she applauds him. I hate the fact that he is involved with a woman who has no connection with his life and is upper-class. PDJ has her paper-cut-out racial/class-issue characters, but they don't feel like real people to me--just talking stereotypes.
I guess, honestly, what irks me most about PDJ isn't her books; it's her comments about other members of her genre. Like Raymond Chandler before her, PDJ takes pot shots at Agatha Christie, calling her simplistic and fantastic. Yet, in every novel I have EVER read by PD James, (and I've made it through at least 10) she always resorts to a MURDERER's CONFESSION. In at least 3 cases that I recall off-hand, for some unknown reason, the murderer literally taped a confession on audiocassettes and sent it to Dalgiesh posthumously. Seriously???!!! That in itself is unforgivable; yet even worse is the fact that PDJ criticizes Christie as simplistic and contrived. AC's crimes at least can be solved without forcing a murderer's posthumous confession. Whereas in an AC, I find I really like all of the characters; caricatures though they may be, they are human enough to breathe and live and be uncertain in nature. The suspense in Agatha Christie's books comes from us not wanting to sacrifice the characters we have grown to love, while still unwillingly seeing that they are capable of murder. AC may be xenophobic and racist and classist and sexist, but her characters still breathe.
The Lighthouse continues in the same vein as the previous stories. Dalgliesh and his lady love are cold and uninvolved. Kate, the lower-class cutout, is still sympathetic and pining for her boss. The mystery itself is interesting, but the conclusion felt forced and utilizes (wait for it) a murderer's confession. Not my type of story, but I concede that if I were not so heavily biased about the Agatha Christie issue and did not find the characters so unsympathetic, I could appreciate the lyrical language and intellectual mystery.
There’s nothing critical I can say about James’ book. The characters are all strongly developed, even those that are murdered. We feel true righteous anger at the first murder, because the character was painted so perfectly as a manipulative jerk. We feel true sorrow at the second murder because the victim was perfectly painted as a sympathetic creature. The book moves along slowly, allowing the reader to sink into the roles of the characters, to learn their secrets. The only place the book picks up in speed is when they are chasing the murderer up towards the lighthouse itself.
The basic plot structure is one that has been used for ages. A group of people are cut-off from the rest of the world, and one is found murdered. The detective (in this case Dalgliesh) is faced with a limited number of suspects from the beginning. The reason for the isolation is geography. Everyone is on an island retreat. Later, the reason for the isolation is medical. SARS has broken out and everyone is placed under quarantine. In fact, there are several very tense moments when the reader seriously wonders whether certain characters will survive to the end of the book, because of the illness.
If you like modern English murder mysteries, this book is definitely for you. Enjoy it with a good cup of hot tea and a crumpet.
Yes, there's some recycling going on here -- what do you know; it's a crime on an isolated island/isthmus/penisula
The story is simple, well
I thoroughly enjoyed this book and, as an aside, it is good to see that P D James does not subscribe to this 'realism' which means that her detective must become old and decrepit. I do not read this sort of book for realism, I want my detectives at the peak of their power; and I don't care if it is ten, twenty, thirty or more years that they have so been!
Then there’s the interlude getting to know the people who will later become suspects. My favorite part of her books is where she fills us in on all the little details of their lives and the place in which they will die. It’s easy to recognize who will die first, but not second.
Of course, the first victim is one that no one likes and who has a high profile. This is why Dalgliesh is always called. This time there are no surprises; the man who dies has plenty of people who dislike him, if not outright enemies. He’s a brilliant author who has a huge ego and while he’s coming down off of the heights of his once great talent, he takes pleasure in tormenting everyone around him. The ultimate answer is hard to guess and as usual, I missed the clues.
Ever since I read Christie's "Ten Little
"The Lighthouse" is a perfect read for a stormy winter night, one of James' best recent efforts.
While I did enjoy this mystery, I felt that there was something about the structure of the novel that bothered me -- it was mostly a police procedural, albeit in an unusual set of circumstances, with the exception of the fairly long second section. Not only did this