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.