- Author R. D. Wingfield
Another great installment of the Inspector Frost series. Very similar to all the others, in that there are many different cases, with lots of different people - some of the threads intertwine and some don’t. Some spark off clues to others, and some are entirely separate.
Frost is his usual grumpy self, although this time he has not one, but two colleagues to try and get on side. One of them is a woman, and that means this book is more full than usual of hideous stereotypes and sexism. A sign of the times, perhaps, but it did make me more uncomfortable than normal.
There was less depth in this story, I think, than in previous ones. I’ve mentioned before how, if Frost was trudging through a forest in the depths of winter, you could almost shiver along with him. I didn’t really get that this time. The concentration seemed to be more on the gruesome crimes within - and they were certainly more gruesome than ever before.
None of these are big complaints though. I read it in a very short space of time, and as it ended, realised I’ve been happy with the way all of these books have finished. That’s not something I can normally say.
In fact, my only real complaint is that the fifth book, and only the fifth one, in the six-book series is not available on the Kindle. What is that about?