Trying to sleep on a hot Summer’s night. The futility of tossing and turning, lying still, trying to relax when the very air around you is stifling.
Joy Dettman’s first chapter is all about local policeman ‘Tommo’ trying desperately to sleep and she has managed to capture that feeling of desperation so well.
The action for this novel all happens on one day, One Sunday. A body is found and it’s up to Tommo to find the culprit. The novel is set in a small town in country Australia several years after the First World War. There is no modern policing; no forensics , no cars (Tommo rides a bicycle) and the carnage of the War. This town, like so many small Australian towns ( including the one l grew up in) has lost sons in the prime of their lives or had broken and damaged men coming back.
Dettman describes the country well. Her characters are believable, the quality of writing good and a story that kept me guessing until the end. That’s what you want in a good mystery.
A good one to read if you’re interested in Australian history.
I’ve been missing in action lately. Australia is having a hot, hot summer and l’m not coping well.
All l’ve been doing is working and sitting in front of the fan. There are things l’ve been wanting to post, to talk about, but haven’t had the energy. Well, no more sitting around. I’ll back tomorrow and the chatting will begin again.