Several books in, I'm still not sure how I feel about Ruth Rendell's Wexford mysteries. They're compelling and well-crafted, but the psychology she used so well in her stand alone novels (both written under her own name and as Barbara Vine) feels archaic.
Elizabeth and Quentin Nightingale are the Lady and Lord of the Manor, owners of Mayfleet Manor and the social pinnacle of the community. When Elizabeth's body is found in the woods, Quentin is a natural suspect. He's not the only one - a recently patrolled murderer is in town, and Elizabeth and Quentin both had an odd relationship with her brother and sister-in-law. While I followed the reasoning and psychology and enjoyed the "detection," I still feels like it falls into the uncanny valley. I'm going to keep reading the Wexford novels because I enjoy them, but I hope that they begin to feel more natural as Wexford enters the 80s.
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