416 pages, Bantam Books, ISBN-13: 978-0385343466
What else can I say about Flavia de Luce? How many more praises can I sing to everyone’s favorite 11-year-old aspiring chemist/amateur detective/precocious hellion? In A Red Herring Without Mustard, Alan Bradley’s third mystery starring the aforementioned chemist/detective/hellion, Flavia is once again called upon to solve a Murder Most Foul in her sleepy little corner of England. After attending the annual fête at Bishop’s Lacey – and nearly killing the fortune teller – Flavia invites the gypsy to stay at a small corner of her ancestral home, Buckshaw, as penance, only to learn more than she bargained for about her family…and to find yet another corpse.
Herring continues in the vein of the previous two books; indeed, it is rather a return to form as the murder occurs sooner rather than later and Flavia returns to her alchemical and investigatory ways. She is also humanized more, as her long-running feud with her two older sisters, Ophelia (Feely) and Daphne (Daffy) is brought ever-more into the forefront, although the reason for it remains opaque (the sister’s insistence that Flavia is a Changeling – a fairy that had been left in place of a human stolen by other fairies – notwithstanding). And Flavia’s feelings towards Inspector Hewitt are expanded upon as he (I think) begins to take on the role of a substitute father in her eyes.
Oh, Herring has its problems, make no mistake, problems involving a Canadian author misstating New World terms for Old; thus, Flavia talks about “drapes” instead of “curtains”, or “faucets” instead of “taps” (but he does still get “Chesterfield” for “couch” correct but, seeing as he’s Canadian, that is to be expected). Also, Dr. Kissing is reintroduced in the book who just happened to witness an act from three years previous that just happens to blow the case open for Flavia. While I am willing to forgive the odd leap of faith for the sake of moving the story along, this particular jump would have one clearing the Grand Canyon in one go.
Well, enough gushing. I enjoyed A Red Herring Without Mustard as much as I enjoyed The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag and The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, for all of its faults and mistakes. Would that all of the books I read had such engaging characters and interesting settings that made me want to read night after night – but not too quickly, mind you, for as of now, there are only seven books remaining featuring the divine Flavia de Luce. I sincerely hope that Alan Bradley continues to write these books for the foreseeable future, for I will be sad indeed to have to say farewell to my new favorite detective.