
Format: ebook
Source: purchased from Amazon
Formats available: paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: historical fiction, historical mystery, mystery
Series: Eric Peterkin #1
Pages: 352
Published by Inkshares on July 31, 2018
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The year is 1924. The cobblestoned streets of St. James ring with jazz as Britain races forward into an age of peace and prosperity. London's back alleys, however, are filled with broken soldiers and still enshadowed by the lingering horrors of the Great War.
Only a few years removed from the trenches of Flanders himself, Lieutenant Eric Peterkin has just been granted membership in the most prestigious soldiers-only club in London: The Britannia. But when a gentleman's wager ends with a member stabbed to death, the victim's last words echo in the Lieutenant’s head: that he would "soon right a great wrong from the past."
Eric is certain that one of his fellow members is the murderer: but who? Captain Mortimer Wolfe, the soldier’s soldier thrice escaped from German custody? Second Lieutenant Oliver Saxon, the brilliant codebreaker? Or Captain Edward Aldershott, the steely club president whose Savile Row suits hide a frightening collision of mustard gas scars?
Eric's investigation will draw him far from the marbled halls of the Britannia, to the shadowy remains of a dilapidated war hospital and the heroin dens of Limehouse. And as the facade of gentlemenhood cracks, Eric faces a Matryoshka doll of murder, vice, and secrets pointing not only to the officers of his own club but the very investigator assigned by Scotland Yard.
My Review:
I picked this up because I got teased into it by a promo for the second book in the series (A Pretender’s Murder) that described it as “Agatha Christie and Anthony Horowitz Meet in 1925 London”. Something about that description started calling my name, because wouldn’t that be a marvelous thing? So I picked up this first book and got instantly hooked.
Detectives are always outsiders in one way or another, and Eric Peterkin is definitely a part of that tradition, amateur though he is. Peterkin is, on his father’s side, the latest in a long line of Peterkins who have served England in her military for generations. He’s a member of the Britannia Club, a club reserved for men who not only served their country but saw action in whichever of the Empire’s wars happened to occur during their lifetimes.
As this story takes place in 1924, it’s not a surprise that Peterkin, along with most of his contemporaries, served in “the war to end all wars” – and that they are scarred by that service in one way or another – or many.
But England isn’t Peterkin’s only country – even if he owes no allegiance to any other. His mother was Chinese, and Eric Peterkin and his sister Penny were raised in India, where his father served the Raj.
His membership in the Britannia Club was contentious from the beginning. While a Peterkin has been a member of the Britannia Club since its founding, and the Peterkins are the last founding family left on the membership rolls, all that most other members see is that Eric is not “one of them” no matter his name. All they see is the mixed heritage on his face – and most of them never let him forget it.
When a murder is committed, not just on the very grounds of the Britannia but inside its normally locked vault, Peterkin feels honor-bound to see justice done. Not just because of his ties to the club and to the Peterkins that came before him, but also to the dead man, a new member who had confided in him that he had come to the Britannia to right a wrong and see justice finally granted to an innocent man – and that the proof of that innocence was locked away in the club’s vault for safekeeping.
That Peterkin’s job is to vet mystery and thriller manuscripts for a small publisher, that he adores crime solving by proxy and sees fictional mysteries as a great game to be played and won by the reader, gives him, perhaps, a sense of competence in solving this very real murder that is not justified by his actual experience.
What he does have, however and very much, is both a keen mind and a fresh eye, a willingness to look at the evidence that is actually before him instead of the machinations and favoritism of the old boys’ network of which he is unlikely to ever be a part. Peterkin is willing to follow the clues to the truth – no matter which favors or whose protections he tears down along the way.
This case is going to be the making of him. If it doesn’t break him or kill him first.
Escape Rating A-: This was absolutely grand, and I had a grand time with it. This was exactly the kind of absorbing, convoluted mystery that I’ve been in the mood for and I’m ever so glad I picked it up and pretty much raced through it in just two big bites.
Eric Peterkin is a fascinating protagonist, as he’s very much of the “fools rush in” sort of character. He does have a tendency to leap before he looks – and that’s both exactly what this case needs and fits with where he’s coming from. This is definitely the “Roaring 20’s” and part of that roar is everyone doing their damndest to forget the horrors of the war just past and hope like hell that they won’t have to go through that again in their lifetimes.
So, to a certain extent, Eric gets into this investigation to solve the puzzle, because he’s good at solving puzzles and he sees literary mysteries as a bit of a game. Which they were. That this one is real just pulls him deeper in, as he sees that injustice is being done and he can’t resist tilting at that particular windmill no matter how many people attempt to steer him away.
But as much as Peterkin is playing a game, he’s also trying to shove down a reality that comes around to bite him and his contemporaries more often than any of them are willing to admit. Peterkin, and all of the members of the Britannia, have PTSD – even if it wasn’t called that then and even if there wasn’t much sympathy or empathy for it and even though just needing treatment for it made them all feel like failures.
The war is still very much with them, often at the times when they least expect it. (If this part of the story either feels familiar or you are interested in other characters dealing with this issue at this time because it is a truth that got buried for a long time, check out the Inspector Ian Rutledge series by Charles Todd and also the classic Lord Peter Wimsey series by Dorothy L. Sayers as both acknowledged their PTSD and dealt with it both well and very, very badly indeed.)
The mystery in this story turned out to be twofold. Or on two tracks. Or a bit of both. On the one hand, there’s the whodunnit and who benefited from it – the usual central questions in a mystery. On the other, and the roadblock that Peterkin rams his head into repeatedly, is that this is also a mystery that is twisted and turned by a succession of people with the very best of intentions laying the paving stones on the road to hell, and then being surprised and even overcome when a villain takes advantage of that work to ease his own trip in that direction.
A Gentleman’s Murder turned out to be a fantastic way to spend a few glorious reading hours. I’m left with one question which I sincerely hope will be answered in the second book in the series – the one that got me into this in the first place – A Pretender’s Murder, coming to the US in July. I’m expecting GREAT things!