THE CIPHER GARDEN
BY MARTIN EDWARDS

Review by Diana Bane

 


THE CIPHER GARDEN is a mystery that gives up its secrets slowly, and in the end hammers home the fact that people and places may not be as lovely as they seem.

The book is set in England’s Lake District. Readers who enjoy Midsomer Murders on cable television will feel right at home, as instead of the various Midsomers, we have the Sawreys: Old Sawrey, Near Sawrey, Far Sawrey, and a few other villages as well, plus the occasional requisite lake. To be sure we don’t forget where we are, there are from time to time references to Beatrix Potter, whose cottage is preserved as a tourist destination nearby. A large ensemble cast is slowly introduced, of so many characters that at first it is hard to keep them apart. Daniel Kind stands out as owner of Tarn Cottage, which possesses the title cipher garden. Daniel, a history don and tv personality, is new to the district, having come there both for the idyllic rural lifestyle and in search of reconciliation with his late father’s memory. Later he is joined by both his wife and his sister.

Hannah Scarlett is a DCI who needs to earn her way back into the good graces of her superiors by successfully heading up a cold case team here in the back of beyond. Hannah’s mentor, Ben Kind, now deceased, was father of the aforementioned Daniel. All the relationships of everyone we meet are equally, if not more, convoluted. We find ourselves in Miss Marple’s English village updated to the 21st century. The immediate cold case concerns Warren Howe, co-owner of a landscape gardening business, who was slashed to death with his own scythe and tossed in a trench he’d dug himself some ten years previous. Anonymous notes to various people, including the police, have set the whole business off again by accusing Tina Howe -- who is now married to the other co-owner of the gardening business -- of her husband‘s murder.

Hannah’s current detective partner, Nick, cautions her that no good will come of digging up the past, even though of course it is their job to solve these cold cases. Warren Howe was was a major womanizer and in general not a nice man, and nobody -- with the possible exception of his son and daughter -- is very sorry he is dead. Though of course they would have preferred him to have a quieter, more dignified manner of death. As we are introduced to the rest of the characters, it begins to seem as if the major preoccupation of them all was and still is, not to put too fine a point on it, sex. They are a bit like rabbits; no wonder Beatrix created Peter. Even the DCI has trouble keeping her mind on her job, what with a yearning for Daniel that she tries to attribute to a resemblance to his father Ben. But Hannah already has a life partner, Marc, and not only that, she is (secretly) pregnant. Daniel has Miranda, but he is equally intrigued by Hannah -- and so it goes, with all of them. The first hundred pages are given over to introducing the many characters and establishing their convoluted relationships, and really it was only the puzzle of the cipher in Daniels garden that kept me reading.

But somewhere between pages 100 and 150, the tangled relationships began to turn into motives, and the characters, all of them suspects, had somehow developed depth, so that I began to care about the outcome. Gradually, almost imperceptibly at first, a creepy darkness sneaks into the story. It’s like the cipher garden at Daniel’s cottage, which is full of beautiful plants that are also poisonous, every one. Ominousness begins to build, and two hundred pages in, a new horror happens -- as a direct result of reopening the cold case. That is the end of the book's Part One.

Part Two is so different in tone it almost seems a different book entirely, and the pace is faster too, like running downhill. The denouement is swift and ugly, yet it seems inevitable, and so it fits.

THE CIPHER GARDEN is a thoroughly disturbing yet satisfying read.


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