
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.
~Alfred Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott
Alan Bradley’s fourth book in the Flavia de Luce series takes place during the heart of the yuletide season, with the dilapidated manse of Buckshaw acting as movie set for a cinema cast and crew while the de Luce family is expected to stay out from underfoot. While this directive may be quite simple for Captain de Luce and his two eldest daughters, 11 year old Flavia de Luce is too curious an observer of the human condition to do anything but insinuate herself into the very inner workings of the happenings at Buckshaw.
For those who may be unfamiliar with Bradley’s works, this series of cozy mysteries set in England in 1950 features the eleven year old science-obsessed…or more accurately poison-obsessed…Flavia de Luce. With boundless curiosity, a sharp mind and the assistance of her faithful bicycle Gladys, young Flavia stumbles across mysterious deaths with the frequency of her literary predecessors Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot. If you can get past the idea that folks are dropping dead at a very unhealthy, pardon the pun, rate then you are sure to love this delightful young lady. In Bradley’s ongoing series the death du jour is rarely the main focus of the story. Instead we find a family broken by the possibly suspicious death of wife and mother, Harriet de Luce, and a dysfunction that may be very real or may be the result of a story told through the eyes of an eleven year old child. With each successive novel we learn more about the de Luce family and their complicated relationships and the overarching mystery of what happened to Harriet.
While I am Half-Sick of Shadows stays true to form in the larger sense of the series, the holiday theme gave Bradley an opportunity to take a bit of a breather from form and in the course of so doing the reader is given an engaging glimpse into the Christmas season in a country not yet recovered financially, psychologically or emotionally from the devastation of World War II. The result is pure satisfaction.
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