Mystery Monday: Statute of Limitations

Title: Statute of Limitations (Posadas County #4)
Author: Steven F. Havill; narrated by Stephanie Brush
Publisher: Original text, St. Martin's Press, 2006. Audiobook, Books in Motion, 2006
Source: Library (digital)

Summary:
It's Christmas in Posadas, New Mexico, and all hell is breaking loose. The former town police chief suffers a heart attack Christmas Eve under dubious circumstances, the Sheriff has a pulmonary embolism Christmas morning, and in the afternoon there's a murder and then an attack on retired undersheriff Bill Gastner. Undersheriff Estelle Reyes-Guzman has her hands more than full, sorting out all the threads, keeping up with the medical reports, and occasionally racing home to deal with her two young sons.

Review:
As usual, Havill has created a tight, fast-paced police procedural (with some elements of the cozy. It's not particularly light, but is fairly character-driven with a great village setting, and no excessive grimness). My main criticism of the plot is that the subplot surrounding Estelle's home life and issues with her oldest son gets pretty much dropped in the end. I'm sure it turns up in the next book, but the thread ends up feeling like an unnecessary distraction. Aside from that relatively minor complaint, the plot is tight and holds together very well.

The audio-book narrator, on the other hand, drove me to distraction. By the 10th time she pronounced hijo as "hee-oh," I was ready to scream, if not to do actual violence. If I'd been able to get my hands on the print version right then, I would have switched, because the consistent mangling of Spanish words in a book laced with them really got old fast. Aside from that there was nothing intrinsically wrong with her narration (though I didn't like her voicing of Gastner), but it certainly wasn't one of those that struck me as perfect, either. I would have to say that I don't recommend the audio version.

Recommendation:
This is a great series (Posadas County mysteries continue the Undersheriff Bill Gastner mysteries), and I recommend reading them in order, starting clear back with Bill Gastner's first appearance in Heartshot. They have a certain level of tension and violence, but nothing excessive, and always strictly as needed for the story. I do not recommend the audio book.

Full Disclosure: I checked Statute of Limitations out of my library, and received nothing from the writer or publisher in exchange for my honest review.  The opinions expressed are my own and those of no one else.  I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising." 

Book Review: No Life for a Lady

No Life for a Ladyby Agnes Morley Cleaveland.  Memoir.
Publisher: University of Nebraska Press, 1977.  Original: Houghton Mifflin, 1941, "Life in America" series.

Source: I purchased this in a national park bookstore (can't remember which one now.  Those park bookstores are totally our downfall!).








Brief description:  Agnes Morley was born in Cimarron, New Mexico in 1874, and lived out her life until adulthood (and a fair bit of it after) in some of the wilder parts of that state.  Her father was a civil engineer who "built" the Santa Fe railroad, before he was killed by an "unloaded gun" when Agnes was about 7.  Thus began a new period in her life, even farther out in the sticks.  Her mother remarried, to a man who persuaded her to sink all her savings in a ranch.  The man eventually left, but the family owned the ranch until the 1930s.  Agnes grew up with a curious mixture of inevitable wildness--and was a pretty good cowboy--and her mother's attempts to civilize her, which eventually led to boarding school back East.  The book not only recounts that growing up, but the evolution of the family and the region as both moved from the frontier days to the 20th Century (even if the region was a bit late in arriving at the latter).

Review:  I am constantly on the prowl for first-person accounts of the settlement of the West, especially those of the women and children who so often had no say in the matter (and equally often, as Morley clearly demonstrates, loved it and thrived there--though her mother did not).  Such accounts are not usually literary gems, and I would have to say that, though No Life for a Lady is better written than many such "reminiscences" it does nonetheless have it's flaws.  Primarily, I could have wished for a stronger sense of chronology and narrative.  In effect, after the first chapters (clearly constructed along more typical "biography" lines as the author had to get the information largely second-hand), the book becomes a collection of brief nuggets, loosely connected in a generally chronological manner.  I am left with a certain amount of confusion about dates (which she hardly ever mentions) and order of events.

On the plus side, those nuggets are real gems that capture with a minimum of words the reality and feel of life in Datil, NM.  Cowboys come to life, as do horses and cattle, good and bad.  If attitudes toward Indians and Mexicans are the product of her times (and they are), they are nonetheless well-drawn and completely lacking in the hatred and disdain many of her era expressed.

I have been reading away at bits of this book since last October, but the slow progress is not an indictment of the writing.  Rather, it sprang from the vastness of my pile of library books and the manner in which this narrative lends itself to sampling and nibbling.  With no strong narrative, I didn't feel that I lost the narrative thread by leaving it for days and weeks between chapters.  I simply enjoyed each chapter for the glimpse it gave me into a life and a period that fascinates me.

Recommended: yes, for those with an interest in frontier life.


Full Disclosure: I purchased this copy of No Life for a Lady myself and received nothing whatsoever from the author or publisher in exchange for my honest review.  The opinions expressed in this review are my own and no one else's.

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