As Jack the Ripper’s reign of terror in London comes to an end, a new era of depravity sets the stage for the first gripping mystery featuring the detectives of Scotland Yard’s Murder Squad.
“If Charles Dickens isn’t somewhere clapping his hands for this one, Wilkie Collins surely is.”—The New York Times Book Review
Victorian London—a violent cesspool of squalid sin. The twelve detectives of Scotland Yard’s Murder Squad are expected to solve the thousands of crimes committed in the city each month. Formed after the Metropolitan Police’s spectacular failure in capturing Jack the Ripper, they suffer the brunt of public contempt. But no one can anticipate the brutal murder of one of their own...
A Scotland Yard Inspector has been found stuffed in a black steamer trunk at Euston Square Station, his eyes and mouth sewn shut. When Walter Day, the squad’s new hire, is assigned to the case, he finds a strange ally in Dr. Bernard Kingsley, the Yard’s first forensic pathologist. Their grim conclusion: this was not just a random, bizarre murder but in all probability, the first of twelve.
The squad itself it being targeted and the devious killer shows no signs of stopping. But Inspector Day has one more surprise, something even more shocking than the crimes: the murderer’s motive.
To hunt for anachronisms in historical fiction is a churlish hobby, but there s a telling one in Alex Grecian s affable first novel, a Victorian thriller. A detective describing his sense of responsibility to the families of murder victims employs a 1990s buzzword that it s exceedingly unlikely would have entered the mind, much less the mouth, of a man in 1889: closure. The Yard has a great many virtues, including a Dickensian profusion of memorable minor characters, but this misstep lays bare its most serious flaw. Its heroes get shallower, not deeper, until by the book s conclusion they seem like moralizing contemporary stick figures, freed from the complexity of their time. What feels like a third of the novel is devoted to their good deeds and subsequent mutual congratulation. In this mist of bonhomous closure, the suspense of a thriller fades. At the start, police in Euston Station discover a trunk stuffed with the corpse of a Scotland Yard inspector. In the course of a few mostly sleepless days, three men Walter Day, a newly promoted member of the Yard s Murder Squad ; Nevil Hammersmith, a shrewd street officer; and Bernard Kingsley, an eccentric physician with an interest in the emerging science of forensics circle a net around the murderer. The Yard also pays welcome stylistic homage to the rambling Victorian triple-decker, with plots and characters spiraling out in every direction from its initial crime scene. Among others there are a pair of prostitutes haunted by memories of Jack the Ripper, a new police commissioner, an amiably violent thief named Blackleg and, in absorbing occasional glimpses, the murderer, a madman trying to recreate his lost family. It s this sense of madness that is the book s greatest strength. Grecian places the action of his story directly in the shadow of the Ripper murders, and sketches, intriguingly, how those crimes have forced the police to accept that murder can have darkly psychological motives. Grecian has a fine, flexible, curious voice, and The Yard looks as if it could be the start of a promising series; indeed, the enterprising Blackleg on his own could profitably drive a sequel, and the rise of forensics is a fascinating subject. And then, Grecian s error is a common one. Even great authors working in the genre, such as David Mitchell and Patrick O Brian, have given their characters an unrealistically modern broadness of mind. After all, the past is a brutish place, and what a real Walter Day would have believed in his heart about sex, class, race would likely alienate us immediately. The solution most writers have found, alas, is perhaps the most serious deficiency historical fiction has: a palliating dishonesty about what went on in the heads of people in other times. To his credit, Grecian lends great realism to his secondary characters; he may just be too fond of his primary ones to permit them their true context. Charles Finch is the author of A Death in the Small Hours, which Minotaur will publish in November.
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A great read..
This is the first of Mr Grecian’s novels which I’ve had the liberty to read and I was impressed. I can’t wait to continue this series and be intrigued yet again.
The Yard is a decent yarn.
While occasionally contrived this is an engaging mystery with decent characters and a mostly inventive plot. The plot runs out if steam in the final act and the ending feels too pat. However, the primary characters of Day, Kingsley, and Hammersmith made for an entertaining read. Some good historical tidbits, some great dialogue, some moments of intense horror, a little humor, and well-crafted suspense.
My only real caveat is in the premise of the book. The Yard takes place a year after the unsolved Jack the Ripper murders, which has shaken all of London and Scotland Yard in particular; unfortunately this setting tends to diminish the evil doings of the cop-killer at the heart of this story. The deeds of the real-life Ripper are far more horrifying than the fictional crimes displayed in this book. The Ripper murders cast a long shadow.
If you like Historical Fiction, a good detective story, or just want to be entertained, you will love this book. I am an avid reader, and have never written a review, but I felt I had to for this novel. I look forward to read more from this author