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The first casualty when war comes is truth . . .
Flanders, June 1917: a British officer and celebrated poet, is shot dead. ,
He is killed not by German fire, but while recuperating from shell shock well behind the lines. A young English soldier is arrested and, although he protests his innocence, charged with his murder.
Douglas Kingsley is a conscientious objector, previously a detective with the London police, now imprisoned for his beliefs. He is released and sent to France in order to secure a conviction. Forced to conduct his investigations amidst the hell of The Third Battle of Ypres, Kingsley soon discovers that both the evidence and the witnesses he needs are quite literally disappearing into the mud that surrounds him.
Ben Elton's tenth novel is a gut-wrenching historical drama which explores some fundamental questions:
What is murder? What is justice in the face of unimaginable daily slaughter? And where is the honour in saving a man from the gallows if he is only to be returned to die in a suicidal battle?
The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler
LA Confidential by James Elroy
The One by John Marrs
The Talented Mr Ripley by Patricia Highsmith
Look Closer by David Ellis.
At the heart of this decay is DI Tom Thorne. Thorne is a refreshingly bitter protagonist, stripped of the "super-sleuth" polish. He is cynical, insomniac, and fueled by a steady diet of country music and disappointment. His world is one of grey skies and greyer moralities, where the police are overworked and the victims are often just statistics in a filing cabinet. Billingham’s prose mirrors this—it’s lean, gritty, and devoid of unnecessary flourishes, capturing the exhausted cadence of men and women who have seen too much.
The narrative’s darkness stems from its uniquely horrific premise. The antagonist isn't a serial killer who wants his victims dead; he wants them "locked-in." The descriptions of Alison Willetts—awake, aware, but unable to move a single muscle—are visceral and terrifying. It taps into a primal, claustrophobic fear that lingers long after the book is closed. The only thing that stopped this novel from being a 5 star for me is that I didn't quite get the motivation of the killer but perhaps thats the point. I'm never going to get the reasons for a deranged serial killer to do what he does unless I'm a bit deranged too?
"Pagan Rite" is a slow-burn procedural that rewards patient readers. While it helps to have read the previous books Scase provides enough context that this functions well as a standalone mystery.
The story is set against the backdrop of Queen Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee. While the British Empire is celebrating its height, Pontypridd is gripped by fear. A mutilated corpse is discovered, and the brutal nature of the crime immediately sparks a media frenzy, with headlines suggesting that Jack the Ripper has moved to the Valleys. As Chard investigates, he finds himself caught between two worlds: The Rational: A group of scientists and Victorian sceptics trying to debunk the supernatural and The Mystical: A "Festival of the Unknown" arriving in town, featuring fortune-tellers, psychics, and a revived interest in ancient Druidic rituals.
Unlike the earlier books, which focused more on industrial espionage (Fatal Solution) or anarchist plots (Flames of Anarchy), Pagan Rite is much more atmospheric and eerie. Chard is a fantastic "fish out of water" here; he is a man of facts and evidence who is forced to navigate a world of "miracles" and mysticism to find a very human killer.
he’s a simple-minded soul, but pretty. It was her sixteenth birthday and fruit ripe for the plucking.’ ‘A chip off the old block!’ laughed the magistrate.
‘She asked about someone, and I consulted the cards. It was this one,’ said Sibylline, turning over the one in her hand, ‘the ten of swords.’ Chard looked at the image of a figure lying on the ground, pierced by blades, and felt a shiver through his spine.
Bugger won’t talk, despite walking into the wall a few times.’ ‘You know I don’t approve of prisoners having “accidental” injuries,’ admonished the inspector. ‘But as he’s a lying bastard of a killer, I’ll let it pass, just this once.
Blood Among The Threads by David Ebsworth
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