I know it;s been a while, the last month seems to have been a blur of working, sleeping, and appointments. Or hospital phone appointments not happening and the hours it takes to try and get through to the right department in an attempt to find out what happened. I don't know how the switchboard turned gynecology at the general to radiology at the royal but they did. The answer phone I landed with didn't state department, but I can testify to a very diligent radiologist who has followed up my message several times.
That wasn't the only wrong hospital or department I've been put through to, just the most helpful and possibly best staffed. It's all added to a feeling of despondency to match the fatigue which is probably related to the medical issue I'm trying to get an answer for and on it goes in an increasingly exhausting circle.
I have at least managed a bit of reading even if it hasn't been in a very organised sort of way, but at the moment something feels better than nothing so...
"Why Shoot a Butler" was a choice for an online Georgette Heyer reading group where we spend an hour or so on Sunday evening discussing 3 chapters of the chosen book a week via Signal. The group originated on twitter back in lock down, and whilst it's only a small core of what we once were the closed nature of the group and a now long standing acquaintance means we can be very open with opinions.
I wanted to do a crime novel and hosted this readalong, "Why Shoot a Butler" was a popular choice of title, and it had been long enough since I read it for me to have forgotten it entirely. I read through once, quickly, to check for anything very old-fashioned and thought ot stood up well enough.
Then we read slowly together, and the flaws really stood out. I'd never really accepted that Heyer's detective fiction just isn't as good as her romances, but this one just isn't as good. There are flashes of the things we all love about her, but the plotting and pacing is uneven, the characters often unconvincing, and in the case of the hero downright annoying most of the time. It's not a terrible book, and compares reasonably well enough with plenty of contemporary efforts, but it lacks whatever spark make her romances sparkle.
Thank goodness then for a group who were kind enough to stick with it and share criticisms in a constructive way - if I didn't love the book I did at least love laughing about it with like minded readers. There's also a definite value to be had out of looking at a favourite author trying to do something different and only partially succeeding at it. For anyone who loves vintage crime this is enjoyable enough read at a gallop, which is presumably how it was intended to be consumed, but definitely not the best Heyer around.