DEATH IN PRINT

Or Death by Print, since prodigiously successful Jason Verdoodt seems to have been bashed to death by a copy of his own first novel.

That novel, The White Owl, has just sold its millionth copy, and the leading lights at St. Rumwold’s, the Oxford college where Verdoodt teaches archaeology and anthropology, have joined with Sir Boniface Castle, Verdoodt’s publisher, to celebrate. The only one missing from the festivities is Verdoodt, who surely would have attended if he hadn’t already been killed, his body found at the bottom of a staircase. Even though his home base is the Cambridgeshire Constabulary, DCI Arthur St. Just is on hand as the plus-one of his fiancee, criminologist and crime writer Portia De’Ath, and he quickly decides to back up the impetuous DCI Ampleforth of the Thames Valley Police. There’s no lack of suspects. Verdoodt had a reputation for romancing every woman in sight. Minette Miniver, his long-ago girlfriend, had crashed the party in the faint hope of winning him back. David Castle, the publisher’s son and editor-in-chief, was worried that Verdoodt was going to leave Castle Publishing for a more lucrative offer from a more well-established press. And David’s assistant, Gita Patel, has made a discovery about The White Owl that puts the whole case on a different footing. Malliet sketches in the characters so briefly that they’re hard to remember from chapter to chapter, and the solution is likely to disappoint everyone but die-hard Oxonians. But readers will get to pass a few hours in a setting a good deal more august than their reading spaces.

Will this latest case follow the meteoric curve of the victim’s bestselling debut? Don’t hold your breath.