The premise of this book (and the title) make it one which clearly tempt me to read it – I love crime and thriller novels and I particularly like them in a historical setting (old Luddite that I am). Sadly, I just didn’t enjoy it as much as I ought to have done.
Firstly, I know Sidney Grice is not meant to be a likeable character, but I just didn’t like him. I didn’t like the way he spoke to people, I didn’t like the way he dealt with people and I didn’t like the way he acted. Even unlikeable people need to have some redeeming feature and he really appeared to have none.
Secondly, I didn’t like the way the characters were portrayed. Sidney Grice was downright horrible, March Middleton was simpering and Inspector Pound was long-suffering. They weren’t rounded enough for me, they just seemed to conform to these character traits all the time.
Lastly, in the end, I just didn’t care who did it. They were all pretty horrible or boring, it was totally confusing and the end really just confirmed it all for me.
It’s a shame because I really wanted to like it. I just really didn’t!