The enormous appeal of the series rests in part on Jackson’s melancholy gallantry set against a scathing depiction of Britain in decline. But its singular greatness lies in Atkinson’s celebration of coincidence and fortuity, her wayward plots whose threads become cunningly entwined, and, not least, her mordant wit ... Wonderfully depicted characters, and their life histories sparkle with inspired bon mots and acerbic asides, but increasingly, they also seem to be substitutions for plot ... The novel itself is partly a spoof, an undeveloped takeoff on the classic country-house murder mystery. As such, it comes with the customary shoal of red herrings, a cast of characters assembled in the library and, because Atkinson is directing the action, a number of very funny set pieces ... It may be that we’re witnessing a case of series exhaustion and possibly the end of the road for Jackson Brodie. On the other hand, Atkinson’s brilliant wit, dark humor and undimmed relish for human awfulness are still very much intact and are displayed throughout.
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