The Exodus Quest by Will Adams

An odd artifact on a market stall in Alexandria and a dead girl in the desert trigger two separate investigations that converge in the ancient Egyptian city of Amarna. Murder, conspiracy, kidnap and wild historical theories follow as archaeologist Daniel Knox stumbles into a world of fanatical Christians, tomb robbers and biblical mysteries.

Take this book as what it is - an Indiana Jones-style yarn loosely based around a historical mystery stretched to its limits of credibility. All the usual cast of characters are here; the scholarly heroes with unlikely knowledge of the esoteric, the incompetent policemen, the corrupt officials, and, of course, fanatics of various creeds. The plot races along at a reckless pace and the action never lets up. All the ingredients are here, and yet... I've read better. The constant lurching from one character's viewpoint to another's is jarring and makes it difficult to follow the story. Because of this, his characters are underdeveloped and don't ever manage to escape their stereotypes. The ending, too, is a disappointment. Adams puts so much effort and energy into the crescendo, only for it to fall flat at the end.

That said, I did enjoy it. The Exodus Quest absorbed me for the couple of autumnal evenings it took me to read it and Adams had picked an interesting historical mystery to base his story on. With a less breakneck pace and a little more character development, this could have been a much better book.

Read On: The Alexander Cipher by Will Adams (the first in the series), The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown and The Templar Legacy by Steve Berry.

Death Comes to Pemberley by P.D. James

Set six years after the events of Pride and Prejudice, Fitzwilliam Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett are happily married with two young children. However, their tranquil lives are thrown into disarray one wet and windy night when a carriage comes hurtling up the driveway. The door bursts open and Lydia, Elizabeth's younger spoiled brat of a sister, spills out, screaming that her husband, the charming but deadbeat George Wickham, has been murdered. Actually he hasn't, to Darcy's disappointment, and a search party finds Wickham in the woods, drunk and bloodied, beside the body of Captain Denny, babbling what sounds like a confession. But, even though he is a rogue and a serial seducer of young woman, is Wickham really a murderer?

I found it difficult to finish this book. The story didn't hold my attention and it was easy to put down, even in the middle of a chapter. To be honest, it was a dull read. I confess that I've not read any of Austen's works, relying instead on the BBC adaptations, but there was none of the witty dialogue or the wry observations so often attributed to Austen. The characters too were wooden and lacked life and personality. Elizabeth was written as an passive and dutiful wife concerned with propriety and keeping up appearances, seemingly weighed down by her responsibilities. What happened to the witty and sharp-tongued Elizabeth Bennett of Longbourn? Darcy is a little more animated but full of self-doubt and self-recrimination, constantly examining his conscience with regard to Wickham and even his own marriage. Although this insight into Darcy's inner thoughts are interesting, his constant whinging gets tiresome after a while.

Death Comes to Pemberley is disappointing on the mystery side as well. The story is tame by modern standards and there is no detective work to speak of as in those days there were no police and crimes were investigated by local magistrates. This may be historically accurate but makes for a less than exciting read. The solution is contrived and relies on the mystery solving itself at the inquest with the help of last minute revelations from cardboard characters written solely for that moment. The pace too was slow. I wasn't expecting a frantic pace - the story is set on the Georgian country estate after all - but the story plodded along.

In summary, don't bother. The glacial pace of the book, the stilted dialogue and the dullness of the characters made me lose all interest in finding out whodunnit and why.

Read On:  I'll be steering clear of Austen sequels for a while. Maybe I'll finally get around to reading Pride and Prejudice,  or try to salvage PD James' reputation by reading one of her many crime books.

Fatherland by Robert Harris

Hitler has won. It is 1964 and the Greater German Reich stretches from the Netherlands to the Ural Mountains. Xavier March, a cop and a good man despite his SS uniform, investigates the murder of an old man who was once a Nazi bureaucrat. What March uncovers is a conspiracy that reaches to the highest echelons of the German Reich, a truth that could topple governments, change history and get him killed.

Robert Harris isn't the first author to imagine a world in which the Nazis won, and he won't be the last, but Fatherland is probably one of the best. Harris uses his lovely, sparse writing style to perfectly evoke the mood and the people of a fascist Germany. There's no long-winded and tedious back story to wade through, instead Harris hooks you in with comments and flashbacks which hint at but never fully reveal his divergent history. The same sparse description is used to bring his characters to life. Xavier March is an interesting and well written protagonist and more than just a world-weary detective; he's an honest man working for a criminal regime, a war veteran disillusioned by Nazi ideology and an independent thinker in a nation of followers.

The plot itself is gripping and the tension and paranoia ramps up as the full extent of the conspiracy is gradually unveiled. You can sense disaster coming, it's inevitable, and yet you can't stop reading. The ending is abrupt with not even an epilogue to tie up the many loose ends. I guess this untidy conclusion was intentional, perhaps reflecting that reality is untidy, perhaps leaving the reader wondering long after the book has been finished.

In summary, Fatherland is a well written and absorbing crime noir where the crime is solved but a grim evocation of life in a fascist state lingers long in the memory. Well worth the read.

Read On: I enjoyed Robert Harris' Enigma so I may go on to read another of his books, such as The Ghost, or An Officer and a Spy. The what-ifs of alternative histories intrigue me, so I may crack open Dominion by C.J. Sansom, a spy thriller based in Nazi Britain.

One Shot by Lee Child

Six shots, five people dead and a small Indiana city is thrown into a state of terror. Within hours, the cops have solved it. It's a slam-dunk case but there's one problem: even in the face of overwhelming forensic evidence, the accused says they've got the wrong man. And he wants Jack Reacher to prove it. Jack Reacher, an ex-military cop and drifter catches the news on the television and immediately heads for Indiana. What he finds is the accused in a coma and a case that's a little bit too perfect.

One Shot is not great literature but that's not Lee Child's thing. What is Lee Child's thing are fast-paced, smart, and well written thrillers that may be implausible but are a lot of fun to read. The action starts slowly as Child sets everything up. Once the pieces are in place, the pace picks up, the plot thickens and a case that originally looked watertight starts to unravel. Jack Reacher too is a great character. In a genre full of alcoholic, divorced, world-weary detectives, he's a breath of fresh air. He rides into town on a Greyhound bus, analyses the hell out of everything, kicks everyone's ass and rides off into the sunset with a clear conscience. Some of the stuff he does is frankly implausible but he does make enough mistakes to prevent him appearing omniscient. 

In summary, not a great work of literature but a good thriller. The fast pace and smart plot makes this a real page-turner and One Shot will keep you hooked until the last page.

Read On: One Shot is the ninth book featuring Jack Reacher and the tenth is The Hard Way. Other rollicking thrillers with kick-ass characters and implausible storylines include Ice Station by Matthew Reilly and Map of Bones by James Rollins.