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Decaying mansion with rotting floors giving way.
Mysterious watchers in the night. Greed. Forbidden love. Illegitimacy. Family
feuds. Murders. What more could you want in a book?
How about letters written in 1823?
Or maybe a mysterious ruby known as The Blood of
Rajputana, as big as a man’s fist?
All that and more can be enjoyed in Steve Robinson’s
latest book Letters from the Dead due to be released on August 14, 2018.
The plot of Letters from the Dead alternates between the chilly and misty outskirts of modern day Perth, Scotland and colorful
colonial India under British rule in the 1820s. The hero is professional
genealogist Jefferson Tayte. The story begins when Tayte’s latest client asks
him to answer a simple question: Who was my four-times great grandfather? Not
such a daunting task. It sounds much like what most of us geneabloggers do
routinely. But Tayte quickly finds this is no routine task. There are plenty
more people wanting to find the answer to that question too, but not for personal
curiosity or to flesh out a family tree. Their eyes are set on something
bigger: the location of a valuable ruby known as the Blood of Rajputana.
With the aid of a single letter penned in 1823, Tayte
almost effortlessly determines the identity of his client’s ancestor. However, as
friends and family hoping to find the ruby begin dropping like flies, more old letters
mysteriously appear like bread crumbs leading Tayte closer to the ruby and
closer to personal danger.
As a genealogist, I enjoyed observing Tayte’s research process.
(I have to admit I admire his ability to resist going down a rabbit hole.) I
also like the structure of the story alternating past and present. When Tayte
reads a news clipping or detects a possible clue in an old letter in the “present”
chapter, we get to see those events played out in the “past” chapter. I am
equally drawn to both of those worlds. I enjoyed the client’s decaying old
mansion with its rotting floorboards, its library full of books about art and
India, its cellar containing a sarcophagus, and its tunnels with hidden entries.
I was also swept up in life at the grand British residence and garden, home of
the Resident of Jaipur, the political agent for the East India Company.
Even better than the beautifully descriptive passages is
the way Robinson builds the mystery and plants the clues. I am usually pretty
good at predicting the outcome, but with this book I confess to being Wrong. Every.
Time. Like our trusty genealogist, I was suspicious of everyone. It was impossible
to tell who was a good guy and who was a bad guy. At one point I was ready to
throw down the book thinking Robinson had made a very amateurish mistake making
the location of the ruby too obvious. WRONG! Robinson surprised me at almost
every turn. I like that!
What I find a little annoying though is that some of Tayte’s
word choices do not fit his character. He is supposedly an American, but an American
would not ask if someone were
planning on “selling up.” I’ll blame the editor for this minor misstep.
Endings in which the murderer rattles off his list of
reasons for killing this person or that always seems like the author couldn’t
think of a better way to conclude an otherwise good story. While I LOVE the
surprise of the ending, I was disappointed in how the ending was written. Eh –
that’s just me being picky. I still like the book and look forward to reading
more of the Jefferson Tayte mysteries.
Author Steve Robinson has been writing genealogy crime
fiction for quite some time, but he is new to me. Letters from the Dead is book
seven in the Jefferson Tayte Genealogical Mystery Series. The term “series”
might cause a future reader to think he must start with book 1, but that is not
the case. Each one easily stands alone. If the other six books are anything
like Letters from the Dead, then Robinson has a new fan.
Wendy
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