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Publisher:
Headline |
Release
Date: September 2002 |
ISBN:
0747271224 |
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Format
Reviewed: Hardcover |
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Genre:
Mystery / Historical Crime (7th century, Saxmundham, Suffolk,
England) |
Reviewer:
Rachel A Hyde |
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The
Haunted Abbot
Sister Fidelma
Mystery, No. 12
By Peter
Tremayne
Peter
Tremayne (aka Peter Berresford Ellis) is an authority on the ancient
Celts and in his wonderfully unusual Sister Fidelma stories this
deep well of knowledge comes bubbling forth. This is the twelfth
book in this popular series and the stories show no sign of flagging
yet; every book has something new and exciting to enjoy. This time
it is midwinter, close to Christmas (or Yule for the many pagans)
and Fidelma and Eadulf are traveling through a blizzard in a "mad"
farmer's cart to reach Aldred's Abbey. This is home to Brother Botulf,
a childhood friend of Eadulf who has to see him about something
urgent. But once inside the abbey, everything starts to go wrong.
Botulf has just been murdered, Abbot Cild is set against the Celtic
Church and his former wife haunts the place. With Fidelma ill with
a chill, Eadulf doesn't know where to turn, and soon the pair find
themselves prisoners in this lonely abbey in the dead of winter,
surrounded by dangerous and outlaw-haunted marshes.
In true Cat and the Canary style here
is a real winter's tale of a novel with a whole barrelful of red
herrings, supernatural-seeming apparitions, outlaws and murders
galore. Tremayne keeps the plot boiling merrily and serves up some
entertaining new characters, gives us yet more insights into the
usual ones and sets us wondering what is going to happen next. Saxon
England, partly Christian but lapsing backwards into paganism, makes
a robust and intriguing backdrop for this story, and away from Ireland
it is free of the often rosy glow that surrounds Tremayne's depiction
of Golden Age Eire as an "ideal" society. Once again,
I am glad to see a guide to the pronunciation of the Irish words
was included, as well as the usual useful preface to this little-known
period. This is the sort of book that needs a crackling fire and
carol singers at the door on a frosty night, but failing that wherever
and whenever you read it this is still a highly entertaining whodunit.
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