P D James is a charming writer, and this time again she ammaliates the reader, even if only for her considerations about human nature and about British classes, but this time i found that the final chapters do not live up to the expectations raised in the reader.
She builds tremendous suspence as she is always able to, but to use a metaphor, it is as if she were a very accurate dressmaker, that has sewn little precise stitches to make a beauiful dress, and all of a sudden realizes that she has to deliver it and finishes it with a stapler.
Besides, her charachters become a bit too sombre, and the portraits of both Dalgliesh and Kate are somewhat repetitive at least for the reader who have known them from the beginning of their careers.
On top of this, I did not like the underplot of Dalgliesh falling in love with an academic from Cambridge, while poor Kate suffers the pains of unrequited love for him. It is a little bit too contrived in my opinion.
These considerations aside, I still relished very much the case of the copycat murders, the setting, the scholarly quotations skillfully scattered here and there ....Continua