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I am a lawyer in Melfort, Saskatchewan, Canada who enjoys reading, especially mysteries. Since 2000 I have been writing personal book reviews. This blog includes my reviews, information on and interviews with authors and descriptions of mystery bookstores I have visited. I strive to review all Saskatchewan mysteries. Other Canadian mysteries are listed under the Rest of Canada. As a lawyer I am always interested in legal mysteries. I have a separate page for legal mysteries. Occasionally my reviews of legal mysteries comment on the legal reality of the mystery. You can follow the progression of my favourite authors with up to 15 reviews. Each year I select my favourites in "Bill's Best of ----". As well as current reviews I am posting reviews from 2000 to 2011. Below my most recent couple of posts are the posts of Saskatchewan mysteries I have reviewed alphabetically by author. If you only want a sentence or two description of the book and my recommendation when deciding whether to read the book look at the bold portion of the review. If you would like to email me the link to my email is on the profile page.

Friday, October 21, 2016

Reflections on Patricia Blondal and A Candle to Light the Sun

I knew before starting to read A Candle to Light the Sun that the author, Patricia Blondal, had died of cancer a short time after learning the book would be published. As I read and loved the book thoughts of her death were never far away. There was a poignancy to the loss of such a great talent so young that made the reading an emotional experience. 

It felt an especially cruel irony to read that her husband, Harold Blondal, was a doctor specializing in cancer treatment.
Learning she spent three months apart from her family, while dying, to write the book left me wondering what I would do were I faced with a prognosis of but a few months to live. 
Her heart was clearly poured into the book. In an introduction to my edition of the book Patricia Demers quoted from a comment Blondal made to a reporter about her characters: 
“I sometimes lie in bed at night and hear them talking, see them walking and reacting, laughing and crying. After getting to know them so intimately it’s easy. They handle the plot.”
My favourite Saskatchewan novel is Who Has Seen the Wind by W.O. Mitchell. As with A Candle to Light the Sun it involves a boy growing up on the prairie in the desperate 1930’s. In both books the wind is a constant companion.
In A Candle to Light the Sun:
She had gone half a block before she realized how tired she was, how terribly tired, how strong the wind. Her eyes were full of dirt, the streets long gray cocoons of winding wind and soil, all the houses shut tight against the unnatural dark …… The two boys were wild with the torrent of the wind, filled with the immense surge of it as they ran along the rim of the valley. Below them, as if they were looking through smoked glass, they could see the long grass bending under the weight of the wind and far off the oaks plunging together in its fury.
Among those inspired by Blondal was Benjamin Herson, a rabbi in Malibu, California, who grew up in Manitoba. Herson had a vivid memory of seeing the beautiful Blondal in a hallway during university. In a Globe & Mail article in 2002 he said:
"There was a deep and electrifying communion, a wonderful magic moment of enchantment," he recalls. "I fell in love with that woman pure and simple and here I was the son of a rabbi, studying in a college sponsored by the United Church."
Shortly after Herson was diagnosed with tuberculosis and never saw Blondal again.
Almost 40 years later a student gave him a copy of A Candle to Light the Sun. Up to that moment he had not known she had written a book and died so young. He connected deeply with the book and wanted to honour her memory:
That question brought Herson back to Manitoba where he and Blondal had grown up in separate worlds. He bought a simple farmhouse outside Gimli, Man., a 10-minute walk from the shores of Lake Winnipeg, and in 2001 he worked with the Manitoba Writers Guild to inaugurate it as the Patricia Blondal Memorial Writers' Retreat. It contains Blondal's two posthumously published books, photos, a poem and a display about her, a modern kitchen, woodstove and guest rooms. Three established Manitoba writers have already sat down at its expansive desk for a quiet month each of wordsmithing.
And to think Herson fell in love with Blondal and felt this deep connection despite never having spoken to her. 
Blondal’s final words in A Candle to Light the Sun will remain long in my memory:
      Roselee put her arms around him, for it was time to mourn and mourning in
      Mouse Bluffs must be done in private, spoken gently against the tender green
      of the valley, lest the wind, hearing, should tear it to tatters against the great
Blondal, Patricia - (2016) - A Candle to Light the Sun and Patricia Blondal

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Patricia Blondal

Patricia Blondal created powerful first impressions. Publisher Jack McClelland in Jack – A Life with Writers by James King:

Sometime in [1959] I received a phone call from Winnipeg. The caller was a woman by the name of Patricia Blondal. The message was clear: “I sent a manuscript to your company almost a month ago and I have heard nothing. I’m arriving in Toronto tomorrow morning and if you don’t want to publish it and have not made a decision by then, I’ll withdraw it and submit to Macmillan …” It was after-hours and I decided to look around and see if I could find the manuscript. I finally located it in a pile of [mainly] unread material. At around eight o’clock my wife called and asked why I wasn’t home for dinner. “I’m really sorry, dear,” I apologized, “but I’m reading a manuscript. I have to finish it, and I won’t be home for dinner.” I arrived home about three in the morning. I found Patricia Blondal’s novel, A Candle to Light the Sun, powerful and gripping. It was the first gutsy, rough Canadian novel I had read.

Pat Blondal called from the airport, and we arranged to meet at noon for lunch at the Royal York Hotel. We were still in the Imperial Room at five-thirty that afternoon. She was articulate, intelligent and strikingly beautiful, and I was stunned by the woman. Later I learned that she had been the campus beauty queen, envied by many of her classmates. She also happened to the top student. I decided to publish A Candle to Light the Sun at the earliest possible date. I offered to marry her too, if that was a requirement, but I pointed out that I would have to get permission from my wife.

McClelland was not the only reader powerfully affected by the book. One of Blondal’s classmates at university was the famous Canadian author, Margaret Lawrence, who stated in a letter to a friend in 1960:

I think her novel is really one of the best things on a prairie town that I’ve read, and it is much more as well ….

Lawrence’s comments are even more impressive in the context of her university relationship with Blondal:

Peggy (Margaret) had in fact been jealous of her classmate’s magnetic sex appeal.

To write the book Blondal, married to a doctor with two children, left her husband and sent her children away to visit family. Three months later she had written A Candle to Light the Sun.

Her intensity to write and be published were driven by terminal illness. Suffering from breast cancer she wrote in a race against death. She died at 32 knowing her book would be published.

For McClelland there was a regret to last the rest of his life:

Jack was haunted by that death. At a dinner in hour of Irving Layton, Blondal had felt “compelled to talk about the re-emergence of her cancer. ‘For God’s sake, Pat,’ I pleaded, ‘we’re here tonight to honour Irving Layton. I really don’t want to hear about cancer.’ She survived for less than two months after that party. I’ll carry the mark of that insensitivity to the grave.”
Blondal, Patricia - (2016) - A Candle to Light the Sun

Monday, October 17, 2016

A Candle to Light the Sun by Patricia Blondal

A Candle to Light the Sun by Patricia Blondal – The Great Depression of the 1930’s left millions unemployed and devastated the world economy. Its effects were magnified in rural Western Canada. In addition to the economic disaster engulfing the world the farmers and residents of small towns endured an almost decade long drought.

In fictional Mouse Bluffs, Manitoba, the setting for A Candle to Light the Sun the Great Depression lies heavy upon the community. Money is more often measured in quarters than dollars.  

The residents are dominated by a rigid pride that hates obligation. No matter how poor they must be self-sufficient. Every decision must be weighed against its cost. The grinding poverty wears upon relationships.  

An offer to young David Newman to join the better off minister’s family (Daniel and Solveg Backhouse and their daughter Lilja) for a two week vacation is reluctantly and grudgingly accepted. His parents’ sense of indebtedness is eased when the minister asks his father to check on the house while they are gone. 

David’s mother, Muriel, refuses to see Dr. Gavin Ross about a persistent cough because of the cost. To let him examine her without charging is unacceptable. 

Among those more lightly touched by the Depression are Dr. Ross and his wife, Christine. She is the granddaughter of the town’s founder, Richard Rashleigh, who had sought to re-create an English town on the prairie. They live in a large home, suitably grand for a member of the upper classes though they are its only members in Mouse Bluffs. Personal tragedy has crushed Christine. She cannot and will not find a way to move ahead with life. 

Sharing the home is Ian Ross, a World War I war hero, who has bad lungs from mustard gas and is a paraplegic because of a bullet in his spine. As with many officers of his generation he is a very literate man. He spends his life waiting to die. While waiting his primary avocation is drinking. 

At the other end of the spectrum is the Yeates family. Jack is an unsuccessful gambler and a mean alcoholic. His family lives in an abandoned store that would have been condemned in any other era. To pay off his gambling losses he sends out his wife, Phoebe, to visit the men to whom he owes money. 

David has a dependant relationship with Darcy Rushforth, the privileged nephew of Ian and Gavin Ross. 

And then one sweltering summer night with a prairie dust storm blasting through the town a series of events shatter Mouse Bluffs. The secrets of that night will blight the lives of all involved. 

The book resumes with David in university in Winnipeg at the start of World War II. I can relate to his discomfort with city living after a life in a community where everyone knows you. 

A Candle to Light the Sun deals with an unusual university dynamic which I have not read about in Canadian fiction. Male students are disappearing from campus as they join the Canadian military. There is an unease about the men left at home like David who feels a stigma that he is not part of the war effort even though physical issues have kept him out of the forces. Blondal’s insights into the lives of young men and women at university during the war are compelling. 

David grows physically older through the war. Maturing emotionally is more difficult. 

The relationship between David and Darcy becomes even more complex as they seek independence in their lives after the war but decide to live together. 

There were sudden gaps at times in the narrative. While reviewers at the time thought the two books in one worked well I think it would have been best as two full books. Why there may only have been one book will become clear in my next post. 

Blondal has a wonderful descriptive power of both the land and personal relationships which will part of a third post. I knew she had grown up in a small prairie town even before I read she was born in Souris (the French word for mouse), Manitoba. 

It is an excellent book about relationships, especially male relationships, that a reader, not knowing when it was written, might have thought it was authored this century rather than almost 60 years ago.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

New to Me Authors for July to September of 2016

Kerrie Smith at her fine blog, Mysteries in Paradise, hosts New Authors each quarter.

For the third quarter of 2016 my reading of new authors emphasized legal mysteries, mainly because I was reading the shortlist for the Harper Lee Prize for Legal Fiction.

The authors were:

1.) Open Season by Peter Kirby

2.) Tom & Lucky and George and Cokey Flo by C. Joseph Greaves

3.) Pleasantville by Attica Locke

4.) Snow Falling on Cedars by David Guterson

5.) The Honest Folk of Guadeloupe by Timothy Williams

Out of the group my only real disappointment was The Honest Folk of Guadeloupe. I found it a tough read and I barely finished the book.

Most quarters Attica Locke for Pleasantville would have been my choice for best new author. Pleasantville was a fascinating look at a black lawyer drawn into the complexities of a community, Pleasantville, designed for and inhabited by black upper middle class families. The book is aptly named in honour of the community.

I was so interested in the lawyer, Jay Porter, that I looked for and found in one of the Fair's Fair used bookstores in Calgary a copy of the earlier book, Black Water Rising, that Locke wrote with Porter as the lead character.

Locke was not favourite as this was not an ordinary quarter. Snow Falling on Cedars is an extraordinary book. The story involving the murder trial of Kabuo Miyamoto, a Japanese fisherman, accused of murdering Carl Heine Jr. is an American saga.

The painful consequences of the internment of Japanese Americans during World War II are at the heart of the book. I liked the book so much I wrote four posts about it. It is the leading candidate for my Best of 2016 Fiction.

Sunday, October 9, 2016

The Trials of Mata Hari and Alfred Dreyfus - Parallel Injustice

The Trials of Mata Hari and Alfred Dreyfus – Michelle Moran, in Mata Hari’s Last Dance, includes a section on the arrest, investigation, trial and execution of Mata Hari for espionage in 1917. As I read about the prosecution, I think of it more as a persecution, I thought of the trial of Alfred Dreyfus which took place a generation earlier in 1894. I found parallels between their cases.

Dreyfus was convicted on flimsy accusations and fabricated evidence related to French military documents being supplied to Germany.

Moran sets out how Mata Hari was charged with espionage primarily based on intercepted messages between Major Albert Kalle of the German Army and Secret Service and his superiors in Germany. She has an agent number of H21 and is said to have provided “significant” information on French military operations.

Mata Hari had taken him to her bed in Madrid and thought he was providing her with important German military information which she sent to her superior, Georges Ladoux, in France.

During questioning Mata Hari states that money she received from the German government was compensation of personal property seized by German soldiers. The French Secret Service believes it was payment for spying on France.

The alleged information she has provided is kept secret during the trial preventing her from effectively defending herself against the allegations.
In the Dreyfus case the prosecution also produced secret evidence. A dossier was provided to the judges that was never revealed to the defence.

Both trials are sad examples of French military justice. Dreyfus and Mata Hari were scapegoats. Show trials were designed and run to create the illusion of guilt to protect French Army “honour” in the Dreyfus case and deflect attention from a faltering war effort in 1917. 

It is little surprise that each of the accused was a marginalized member of French society. Dreyfus was a Jew at a time of significant anti-Semitism in France. Mata Hari was a wanton woman living off the gifts of lovers. 

Both the trials of Dreyfus and Mata Hari were closed rather than open proceedings denying scrutiny by the press and public. 

In both cases the guilty were protected by the State. In the 1890’s the Army, for no good reason, exonerated the actual spy, Count Esterhazy. Mata Hari had no access to military maneuvers. Her skills were in seduction and pillow talk. She openly spoke of the numerous officers, French and German, she had bedded. Had there been any information for her to pass on to Germany it would have come from French officers. In the hypocrisy of the time Mata Hari, the alleged messenger, is shot while the sources of any information in the French military are never prosecuted. 

The effort to sacrifice Dreyfus failed but succeeded with Mata Hari. 

Dreyfus was rescued from a sentence of life in prison by the efforts of men such as Emile Zola, author of J’Accuse, and Georges Picquart, a French officer. Picquart, a genuine man of honour, found and revealed crucial evidence of the cover-up. Had the Dreyfus trial occurred during a war I believe he would have been executed before the campaign to free him could have succeeded. 

There was neither a Zola nor a Picquart to come forward for Mata Hari. In Moran’s book there are protests but they had no time to build as with Dreyfus. Protesters had but a short time in Mata Hari's case. There were 17 days between the dismissal of her appeal and her execution. Had Mata Hari’s case been in peacetime I expect she would have been sentenced to imprisonment. 

Had there been time there would have been much to find to build a further appeal for Mata Hari. Russell Warren Howe in a 1986 article in the Smithsonian states that he, through personal contacts with the French Defence Ministry, gained access to much of the secret dossier used against Mata Hari.

After assessing the evidence he states: 

After reviewing the files, this writer has come to his own conclusions: Mata Hari made only one effort at espionage and this took place in Madrid--for the French. She spent three afternoons with a German military officer who fed her inaccurate information and to whom she passed along gossip items from newspapers. She did receive money from the Germans but there is no evidence that she gave them any information in return. None of her actions provided evidence for eight counts of espionage. She was deliberately framed by the Germans, who used a cipher that they knew the French had already broken. All the German spymasters' memoirs and the official histories of German espionage in World War I seem to be in agreement: Mata Hari never was "one of ours.' 

Howe expanded upon the article in a book, Mata Hari – The True Story. 

Next year will be the 100th year since her trial and execution. Documents sealed for a century are due to be released. The world can expect to see what was really gathered as evidence against Margaretha Geertruida Zelle, best known as Mata Hari.

Had they met in real life I believe Mata Hari, drawn to officers, would have sought to seduce Dreyfus, and I believe he, a man devoted to his wife, would have refused her advances.

 Moran, Michelle - (2016) - Mata Hari's Last Dance - Appearance and Historical Errors

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Mata Hari’s Last Dance by Michelle Moran – Historical Errors

Mata Hari’s Last Dance by Michelle Moran – Normally I try not to get caught in up in historical errors I might notice in a book but there were several in Mata Hari’s Last Dance that startled me and affected my reading of the book. As it is a work of historical fiction I expect basic facts to be accurate.

I was surprised when Mata Hari took up with a French officer in 1904 and he was described as a member of the French Air Force. Orville and Wilbur Wright made their historic first flight in 1903. Even without looking up that the French Air Force was founded in 1909 as a part of the French Army it should have been clear he could not have been an air force officer.

The first airplane flight in Europe was in 1906 by Alberto Santos-Dumont:

     Following his pioneering work in airships, Santos-Dumont
     constructed a heavier-than-air aircraft, the 14-bis. On 23    
     October 1906 he flew this to make the first powered heavier
     -than-air flight in Europe to be certified by the Aéro Club de
     France and the Fédération Aéronautique Internationale (FAI).

In the book Mata Hari is in Berlin, in the company of a German general, when they hear the announcement of World War I on the radio. It appeared to be commercial radio. I was not aware of any radio broadcasts to the public anywhere in 1914. A search in Google provided a Wikipedia entry that:

     The first radio station in Germany went on the air in Berlin in
     late 1923, using the call letters "LP." Before 1933, German radio
     broadcasting was Conducted by 10 regional broadcasting
     monopolies, each of which had a government representative on
     its board.

The next surprise was Mata Hari visiting an American military hospital in France in 1915.  I would say it is common knowledge that America only entered World War I in 1917.

The Office of Medical History in the U.S. Army Medical Department website sets out the establishment of the first American Army hospital in France in 1918:

     Base Hospital No. 1 was organized in September, 1916, at the
     Bellevue Hospital, New York City. The unit was mobilized on
     November 21, 1917, at the 12th Regiment Armory, New York
     City, where it remained in training until February 26, 1918, on
     which date it left New York on the Olympic, arriving in
     Liverpool, England, March 6, 1918. It left Liverpool March 6
     for Southampton, England, where officers and enlisted men
     remained in the rest camp for three days prior to crossing to Le
     Havre, France, March 10, 1918. It left Le Havre March 11 en
     route to Vichy, Department Allier, in the intermediate section,
     A. E. F., where it arrived March 12, 1918. Upon arrival at Vichy
     Base Hospital No. 1 took possession of nine hotels that had been
     used by the French as hospitals since 1914, and on March 20,
     1918, reported that the hospital was ready to receive patients.
     The first patients, 252 French wounded, arrived on April 9, and
     the first American patients, 358 in number, were admitted April
     11, 1918.

Most glaring of all was the statement that Mata Hari and her last
great love, Vadime de Masloff, a Russian flier for the French Air Force, were going to fly to New York City to begin a new life together in 1916.

The first trans-Atlantic flight was in 1919 by John Alcock and Arthur Brown. The first commercial flight was made in 1938 from Berlin to New York City.

These historic inaccuracies were jarring to me. Even before looking up the details I knew they could not be right.

I do not understand why the author was so careless. None of them mattered for the plot. Each could easily have been handled correctly without damaging the narrative.

As an example, Mata Hari and her lover could have been taking the first ship out of France for North America that carried civilian passengers.

These errors did lead me to wonder how accurate her descriptions of Mata Hari’s life were in the book. I can appreciate authors adjusting facts for fiction with regard to personal lives. My quick review of Mata Hari’s life would say Moran was much more accurate with regard to Mata Hari.

I am left more puzzled by her attention to detail in the life of her main character and a lack of basic fact checking in the balance of the book.

When I look at her errors I it appears Moran was using facts from World War II and placing them in World War I.

I do appreciate authors who do not distract me with basic errors.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Mata Hari’s Last Dance by Michelle Moran - Appearance

Mata Hari’s Last Dance by Michelle Moran – Through the kindness of publishers I have been reading a work of romantic suspense a year. For 2016 it is Mata Hari’s Last Dance. I find it a reading challenge for it is a story whose ending is known before starting to read the book. Even if a reader does not know that Mata Hari was executed by the French during World War I for allegedly being a German spy the book opens with a newspaper article describing her conviction and execution.

What I did not know prior to reading the book and found completely intriguing was her personal history.
Arriving in Paris in 1904 she is slipping into desperate circumstances as she struggles to find a position as a dancer. Facing life on the streets she is seen at an audition by Edouard Clunet, a well known Parisian lawyer, with excellent connections. He offers to act as her agent/manager. A grateful Mata Hari accepts his proposal.
Shortly she meets with prominent members of Parisian society. Men are attracted to the beautiful exotic young woman. Their wives appear to tolerate their liaisons. She is the very definition of a courtesan. Her male admirers show her with valuable jewels.
Mata Hari, introduced as the Star of the East, learned to dance while she was living in Java, then a part of the Dutch East Indies. Edouard arranges for her to perform before 200 guests of Emile Guimet.
She performs a sensuous, even scandalous performance. She tells the audience:

“One translates the divine attributes of Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva – creation, fecundity, destruction. This is the dance I dance tonight. The dance of destruction as it leads to creation.”
By the conclusion her veils have slid away and she is dressed in only the magnificent jewelry provided for the evening.
She is an instant sensation. Gentlemen admirers flock to her apartment and escort her about the city. She is especially attracted to men in uniforms. A finely dressed officer with money always excites Mata Hari.
Other private performances are arranged. Then Edouard arranges for her to perform in Madrid:

On opening night, I am Cleopatra, queen of the Nile. The female dancers Ramon has given me are dressed in Grecian sheaths and golden breastplates. The male dancers wear nothing but short, white kilts. On stage, in front of a thousand people, I dance her agony with Caesar, her ecstasy with Anthony, her untimely death. I wear more jewels than the queen of England and a constricting snake (it seemed unwise to wear an asp). I don’t wear anything else. The next morning I am front-page news in every paper.

Moran portrays her dances and jewels and clothes very well. I longed to see what dramatic looks she developed. She was brilliant in self-promotion.
Looking around the internet I found numerous photos of the real life Mata Hari. The image at the top of a post is a photo to which colour has been added. Beside this paragraph is an original black and white photo. 
She is still dancing and taking lovers as World War I envelopes Europe. There is a gradually increasing sense of dread as the war progresses and a reader knows her fate.
Mata Hari’s Last Dance is an interesting work. Its strength is in the descriptions of Mata Hari and her glamorous lifestyle. In an era where options for women were limited she maximized her opportunities to gain fame. My next post will discuss some historical issues and how they affected me. A third post will look at her trial.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

A Great Reckoning by Louise Penny – The Map

A Great Reckoning by Louise Penny – For my third post on A Great Reckoning I return to Three Pines. After murder occurs at the Surete du Quebec Academy where Armand Gamache has been appointed commander he brings four cadets with him to stay in Three Pines. He is quietly protecting them during the investigation.

While there has been ongoing turmoil at the Academy, even before the murder, the residents of Three Pines have been examining a unique cache.

Gabri and Oliver have gathered together a mass of papers and documents, recently found during renovations to the bistro, that formed the original insulation. The aged poet, Ruth Zardo, and Reine Marie spend leisurely afternoons sorting through and considering this wall archive.

During their review they become absorbed by a hand drawn map with illustrations around the edges. Hidden for almost a hundred years, it has Three Pines at its heart. The roads of the map all lead to the village.

I loved maps when I was a boy. They took me to places far from the farm in Saskatchewan. I never thought of them as means of finding your way home.

Until reading A Great Reckoning I never thought of them as creations in which we are left looking down from the heavens upon the earth.

The map is a surprise for the village is not on any modern maps; not even the ubiquitous Google Maps. Our rational minds question how can it be that a village is absent from an obsessively mapped world?

Reine Marie provides an explanation by quoting the latin phrase damnatio memoriae (banished from memory) but why has Three Pines been banished from memory?

Yet there is magic in Three Pines being absent from maps. The village belongs to another world that the characters arrive in from the real world. Penny has created such an amazing place in Three Pines that it is real to me. In reading the series, especially A Great Reckoning, I leave my real world for the paper world of Three Pines. It is a “looking glass” experience as I am taken into the imaginary world of Three Pines just as the fictional young cadets feel themselves leaving their real world for the other world of Three Pines. I had a sense of the legendary Brigadoon where once every hundred years a Scottish village comes alive. The four students are experiencing a village that does not officially exist.

On their arrival Gamache billets each of the cadets with a villager. It is brilliant plotting as the villagers are drawn into the mystery and we see the young cadets respectively interacting with Clara, Ruth, Myrna, Gabri and Oliver.

To occupy the Cadets Gamache instructs four of the cadets to research the map.

Not often does a reader of mysteries have a moment of pure astonishment. Where and when the cadets find a sign of the map’s history in Three Pines left me almost gaping in surprise.

Yet how can an aged map explain a lost village. If the discovery of the map left me astonished the reason was even more powerful. In the conclusion of the 12th book of the series Penny leads readers to the poignant background of Three Pines. The explanation is so beautifully crafted and so perfect and so unexpected I was left sitting in my chair in wonderment.

A Great Reckoning is the culmination of a dozen books. It is the best in a grand series and deserves to be an award winner.

In reading her acknowledgements I was misty eyed as Louise went through the dozens of people who have helped her and her husband, Michael, so that she could continue writing. His dementia has progressed and he needs constant care.

Loss comes in different ways to everyone. Louise, in the midst of the swirl of caring for and loving Michael, has written a classic.
Penny, Louise – (2005) - Still Life; (2006) - Dead Cold (Tied for 3rd Best fiction of 2006); (2007) - The Cruelest Month; (2009) - The Murder Stone (Tied for 4th Best fiction of 2009); (2010) - The Brutal Telling; (2011) - Bury Your Dead (Best Fiction of 2011); (2011) - A Trick of the Light; (2012) - The Beautiful Mystery (Part I) and The Beautiful Mystery (Part II); (2013) - "P" is for Louise Penny - Movie Producer and Review of the Movie of Still Life; (2013) - How the Light Gets In; (2014) - The Long Way Home; (2014) - The Armand Gamache Series after 10 Mysteries - Part I and Part II; (2015) - The Nature of the Beast (Part I) and The Nature of the Beast (Part II); (2016) - A Great Reckoning - The Academy and Comparisons