We've had our fun this summer, and now it's time to slap masks on. The resurrected State Fair, attended by two million people, has spread Covid and case numbers are up, but hey, why cancel when you can make money? "I'm loving it," the governor said. And I'm sure that deep-fried chicken egg salad sandwich was worth it.
Actually, I was ill this week myself, and I wondered, Is it Delta? If only it were the Nile Delta instead. We were supposed to be on vacation.
While I was sick I read Elly Griffiths's smart new mystery, The Night Hawks. Earlier this year I had devoured her charming novel, The Postscript Murders, which centers on the murder of a mystery writer.
The Night Hawks is the 13th in her Ruth Galloway series, and it is a police procedural. You needn't start with the first book: Griffiths explicates Ruth's personal and professional background inthe first chapter of the convoluted narrative. Ruth is a forensic archaeologist who is also the new chairman of the archaeology department at the University of North Norfolk. And she is a consultant to the police, specifically DCI Nelson, her married former lover and the father of their daughter, Kate.
I love reading novels about work, and the development of complicated professional relationships. Ruth must contend with a prickly male colleague who seems threatened by her, and also with a group of amateur archaeologists, the Night Hawks, who putter around at night with metal detectors and are lucky enough to discover a site with a Bronze Age corpse. On that same night the Night Hawks find the dead body of a young man on the beach. Ruth is called in to help with the murder case, and also must supervise the dig. More murders are committed, each discovered by one or more members of the Night Hawks.
And then near the end it turned into a psychological drama, which I found disappointing and not quite believable. But it is possible that I don't read enough police procedurals.
Happy Weekend Reading! And what are you reading, by the way?