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Book Title: Death of a Sweep|
The author of the book: M.C. Beaton
Edition: Robinson Publishing
Date of issue: February 1st 2012
The size of the: 29.34 MB
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Reader ratings: 3.3
ISBN 13: 9781780331591
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This book started out well enough, with a rich bastard getting his ticket punched and then his body being stuffed up his own chimney, supposedly by the local chimney sweep. But when the local police try to find the sweep he turns up dead as well, the victim of an apparent vehicle accident. All in all, a nice juicy murder mystery stage, set in Scotland and with a rogue Scottish detective in for good measure. How awesome is that?!?
Well, turns out, not very awesome at all. In fact, this book was so bad that it ended up sucking all the awesomeness out of the room. I don't think I've ever read such a mess of a book. The only saving grace it had was the character of Hamish Macbeth, the aforementioned Scotts detective. I did enjoy his brogue, his quirky character and his loyal pets. But sadly, even Hamish's prediliction for annoying his superiors was not enough to save this book. Just a few issues I had with the book:
1. As close as I can estimate from the timeline in the book, the first murder victim, Henry Davenport, is buried 2 and a half weeks after his body is found. However, between his body being found and finally being buried, his sister Philomena shows up, finds a clue, gets kidnapped and is also murdered. Yet she's buried in a mere two or three days (they are actually buried on the same day.) What the hell? Why in the name of six holy hells would you keep a body for over two weeks? Or do they just do things differently in Scotland?
2. All four main suspects and Davenport were buddies in the army. However, at the time of the story, all of them live in the same housing development, practically all right next to each other. For no discernible reason.
3. I've never seen so many tape recorders in my life. Any time it seemed convenient that someone record a conversation, somehow, suprisingly, a character is able to spontaneously produce a tape recorder. And not just any tape recorder, but a mini-tape recorder, suitable for discreetly recording a converstaion without anyone knowing about it. Remind me to take a vow of silence the next time I visit Scotland.
4. At one point the killer breaks into the house of two sisters in the village and ties up the one sister's ankles but doesn't feel the need to tie her hands. Which comes in handy when she manages to take his gun away from him. WHAT RUTHLESS KILLER OR OTHERWISE SANE INDIVIDUAL WOULD TIE SOMEONE'S ANKLES UP BUT NOT THEIR HANDS???!!!
5. At one point Hamish rounds up the villagers, urges them to grab any guns they may have and go out to hunt the killer who is hiding somewhere on the moors around the village. Any policeman or detective who urged innocent civilians to try and bring in a man who has already killed five or six people should be shot, on sight, simply for being an impossibly large ass.
6. All four of the main suspects have an alibi for the night Davenport was murdered: they were all dining together with their wives at a local restaurant. So first we're told that the police have confirmed this alibi because dozens of restaurant patrons confirm seeing the suspects. Then one of Hamish's compatriots ventures the idea that the suspects might be covering for each other. Um, how? If dozens of restaurant patrons saw them there then the only way they could have covered for each other is if every single person in the restaurant was in on it. Then we're told that actually, the four suspects and their wives dined in a private room upstairs that they got to by using a back entrance to the restaurant. So which the hell is it? Did dozens of people see them or did only the restaurant owner see them? Gah. Gah!!
7. Towards the end of the book, the author goes on some rambling tangent about how the wife of the murderer decides to leave Brazil where they are hiding out and strike out on her own. So she gets seduced by a con man in Sao Paulo who takes off with all her money, she hunts him down, murders him, takes her money back, jets around a bit, ends up in Florida and gets eaten by a shark while she's swimming in the ocean. Yeah, you heard me. This is all fine and good except it had nothing to do with the story. No secrets died with her. No evidence ended up in the belly of the shark. Nothing. It had about as much relevance to the story as butter has to a cannon ball.
8. So apparently Hamish had a love interest in some of the previous books and somewhere around the middle of this book, she makes an appearance, for no discernible reason that I could see. There's a lot of mooning around and Hamish has a few "what if" moments whilst ruminating about how they almost tied the knot, but in the end, the entire segue fit into the book like a chainsaw into a wedding cake.
I could go on but it would get infinitely more depressing. It's been a long time such I read such a hot mess of a book and I'm a little freaked out by the fact that this is apparently the 26th Hamish Macbeth novel, mainly due to the fact that this means there are 25 other hot bubbling cauldrons of god-only-knows-what out there.
Okay so maybe not EVERY little bit was sour. There were some witty bits sprinkled in and the following passage cracked me up: "The cocktail bar of the Grand Hotel was a veritable symphony to Scottish bad taste. The walls were draped in tartan cloth and hung with plastic claymores and targes. There was a huge badly executed portrait of Bonnie Prince Charlie behind the bar. The plastic tables were made to look like tree trunks and covered in tartan coasters."
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Read information about the authorLike her on Ann Fairfax, Jennie Tremaine, Helen Crampton, Marion Chesney, Charlotte Ward, Sarah Chester.
Marion Chesney was born on 1936 in Glasgow, Scotland, UK, and started her first job as a bookseller in charge of the fiction department in John Smith & Sons Ltd. While bookselling, by chance, she got an offer from the Scottish Daily Mail to review variety shows and quickly rose to be their theatre critic. She left Smith’s to join Scottish Field magazine as a secretary in the advertising department, without any shorthand or typing, but quickly got the job of fashion editor instead. She then moved to the Scottish Daily Express where she reported mostly on crime. This was followed by a move to Fleet Street to the Daily Express where she became chief woman reporter. After marrying Harry Scott Gibbons and having a son, Charles, Marion went to the United States where Harry had been offered the job of editor of the Oyster Bay Guardian. When that didn’t work out, they went to Virginia and Marion worked as a waitress in a greasy spoon on the Jefferson Davies in Alexandria while Harry washed the dishes. Both then got jobs on Rupert Murdoch’s new tabloid, The Star, and moved to New York.
Anxious to spend more time at home with her small son, Marion, urged by her husband, started to write historical romances in 1977. After she had written over 100 of them under her maiden name, Marion Chesney, and under the pseudonyms: Ann Fairfax, Jennie Tremaine, Helen Crampton, Charlotte Ward, and Sarah Chester, she getting fed up with 1714 to 1910, she began to write detectives stories in 1985 under the pseudonym of M. C. Beaton. On a trip from the States to Sutherland on holiday, a course at a fishing school inspired the first Constable Hamish Macbeth story. They returned to Britain and bought a croft house and croft in Sutherland where Harry reared a flock of black sheep. But Charles was at school, in London so when he finished and both tired of the long commute to the north of Scotland, they moved to the Cotswolds where Agatha Raisin was created.
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