- Taschenbuch: 304 Seiten
- Verlag: Grand Central Publishing; Auflage: Reprint (25. Februar 2014)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 1455504750
- ISBN-13: 978-1455504756
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 10,8 x 2,5 x 17,8 cm
- Durchschnittliche Kundenbewertung: 3 Kundenrezensionen
- Amazon Bestseller-Rang: Nr. 84.199 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
Death of Yesterday (A Hamish Macbeth Mystery, Band 28) (Englisch) Taschenbuch – 25. Februar 2014
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"Delightful...Cozy fans are in for a treat."―Publishers Weekly
"This red-headed police sergeant living in the small village of Lochdubh, Scotland is such a hoot and a howl that you never want to see this character come to an end...There's never a dull moment in the life of Hamish Macbeth and, thankfully, this author keeps churning out books so Hamish's fans can sit back and enjoy the fun. A+!"―New England News
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This current novel, "Death of Yesterday," (Where on earth did the author come up with this title?), I had high hopes for feeling that the previous novel may have been just a fluke. I was wrong. While this one is not as wretched as Kingfisher, it most certainly is a mess and comes pretty close.
Being extremely familiar with all the books in this series I can assure you that this current offering is merely a cut and paste job, a very thin shadow of what was one of my top five cozy mystery series. The author has used the same ploys, plot twists, and indeed, almost the same sentences and paragraphs from previous novels. I could read one line, any line, of this current book and pretty well know almost to the word what was coming next...arrrrgh! The entire story seemed to be hurried and the author threw in so many unnecessary and superficial characters that it became quite difficult to follow the story.
And the body count...oh, my! When I read a cozy I normally expect one, sometimes two, very mild murders. Hey that is part of the genre. But in this one I might as well have been reading one of those police procedurals where the authorities are dealing with mass murders or even watch one of those chainsaw films I run across on late night T.V. I actually almost lost count of the dead bodies and almost dead bodies in this one. This IS NOT the reason I read these things!
Now what is sort of sad, but was the only redeeming feature of this book when all is said and done, is the fact that mixed into this awful mess were flashes here and there of the old Hamish stories. These were delightful paragraphs and each time I hit one of them I felt that maybe the author was turning a corner. Alas, my hopes were quickly shattered as I read on.
Hamish's love life has been done over and over and over again...same scenario, same results. I should also note that there was not one likeable character in this entire book and that would include Hamish. It would be difficult to find any location in the world populated my so many surely, critical and attitude impaired people. Even the animals, both dog and cat, usually a delight in these novels, only slept and ate and seemed more of a "bother" than anything else.
And the ending of this work.....!
I am giving this one two stars for the simple reason that I feel a loyalty to both the author who has given me much reading pleasure for the past 30 years and of course a loyality to Hamish. Had this been another author or protagonist I would give it one star. Will I read the next novel? Yes I will and hope for better.
When I first started reading them, I was charmed by the backwards village of Lochdubh in the Scottish Highlands, a place that seemed untouched by modernity and was, as a result, at least twenty years behind the values of modern society. Villagers all knew each other and worried more about raising sheep and catching fish than, say, keeping up with the stock market or latest celebrity gossip. Of course, people would also gloss over drunk driving and spousal abuse as "private matters" and would be shocked by outsiders with their flashy clothes and promiscuous ways. Independent women, artists, homosexuals and anyone with a non-Scottish accent were criticized harshly. Still, I stuck with the books because I understood why the village would be twenty years or so behind the times. They were isolated in the Highlands and slow to change.
But now the series itself is nearly thirty years old (the first book was published in 1985, I believe) and not much has changed. It's hard to keep thinking of the villagers' small-mindedness as "charming" when they are now closer to fifty years behind the times.
And it's not just the cultural values that are hopelessly (and implausibly) stagnant. It's also Hamish himself. He still, after nearly three decades, pines for the beautiful Priscilla, his one-time fiancée (they were engaged for, I would say, less than an hour but it was evidently enough to make him moan about it for the rest of his natural life). He still considers the option of marrying his perennial second choice, Elspeth. I understand the series is supposed to have a "timeless" quality, but if we were to consider that time were passing--even slowly--we would have to accept that Hamish was at least in his fifties or sixties by now, still waiting to settle down with one of the women he dated decades ago.
So maybe we're supposed to think that no time passes at all. But it doesn't mitigate the repetitiveness of the books. In every single book you can expect that Hamish's irritation will be expressed by his accent becoming more "sibilant" (if you can find a book in the series that does not use that exact word, I'll give you a nickel). In nearly every book, he will go to the town's one Italian restaurant where he will be served by Willie Lamont while the villagers gossip about him and his female companion, whoever she may be. In nearly every book, he will leave the care of his dog and his wild cat to his (only) friend, Angela Brodie, wife of Dr. Brodie. In nearly every book he will be nearly thwarted by his boss, Blair, only to solve the crime on his own.
After nearly thirty books in as many years, I'm not sure I want to hear the same details over and over and over and over again. It seems the only thing that has evolved in this series is the body count.
Disclaimer: I received a digital galley of this book free from the publisher from NetGalley. I was not obliged to write a favourable review, or even any review at all. The opinions expressed are strictly my own.