Reviewed by Jeanne
An Old Fashioned Murder by Carol Miller is the third
in the “Moonshine Mystery” series. Set
in the Blue Ridge Mountains, the series centers on Daisy McGovern, a local girl
who runs a bakery in town and lives with her invalid mother at an inn run by
Aunt Emily, an elderly woman with firm views, a shotgun and a taste for good
spirits (of the alcoholic sort, that is).
She’s being wooed—more or less—by the ever charming Rick Balsam who
makes moonshine and has his fingers in any number of pies, some legal but most
not. The catch is that Daisy is still
married, though her husband Matt took off about five years ago and hasn’t been
heard from since.
Daisy, ever loyal, has had parts of her life on hold,
waiting for Matt to come back. Now,
however, she is starting to lean toward the idea that he won’t, so she has
begun dating Drew Alcott, a bat conservationist she met in the previous book. She’s
looking forward to the upcoming weekend, as Aunt Emily has decided to have a
weekend party for a group of friends—including Drew. The weekend starts to sour
after one couple can’t make it, and Lillian and Parker Barker turn up instead.
Lillian is Matt’s aunt and she takes a very dim view of Daisy doing anything
other than sitting around waiting for Matt. Then an unusually severe winter
storm moves in, blocking roads and cutting off electricity. Just when it seems things can’t get worse,
one of the guests is crushed when a bookcase falls over on him. It appears to be just an unfortunate
accident, but Daisy soon has reason to suspect otherwise.
I tend to be a bit nervous when I start a book set in
Appalachia with a reference to “moonshine.” All too often this means that the
characters are going to speak in a nearly unreadable dialect, visit outhouses,
eschew shoes, and have far less than the usual number of teeth and/or fingers.
However, I’m happy to report that while Carol Miller’s Appalachian Americans
may use a certain number of country phrases, they do speak more or less Standard
English. In fact, I felt quite at home
among this group, many of whom reminded me of someone I knew. The characters
were treated as individuals, not stereotypes, and I found myself enjoying this
one as much as I had the others. There
were a couple of times that I questioned some motives or actions, but most of
the time I just enjoyed the characters and the setting. For me, the book did a good job of capturing
the flavor without being condescending. Miller respects her characters.
I also appreciated that the book becomes one of those
classic “British country house mysteries” in that the murder has to have been
committed by one of a small group of people in the house, and that the murderer
has to still be there. As I said earlier,
there were a couple of explanations that I didn’t quite buy but the rest of the
book was good enough that I’m willing to let that pass. I like these people: Aunt
Emily, a strong woman with a tender side and enough foibles to make her human,
and who names the rooms in her inn after Civil War generals; Daisy’s mother,
Lucy, who remains a sweet, strong spirit despite her physical infirmities; Rick
Balsam, the shrewd moonshiner who may or may not have ulterior motives; Henry
Brent, the elderly local historian who takes great pride in both his knowledge
and his dapper appearance; and, of course, Daisy, the waitress turned small
business owner who is trying to take charge of her own life. Other characters were much less likable but
still memorable, especially Lillian, who never misses a chance to take a dig at
Daisy—or anyone else, for that matter.
I’m more than ready and willing to pull up a chair in the
parlor and spend more time with these folks. This entry in the series can be
read as a standalone but if you’re like me and like to read in order, start
with Murder and Moonshine, followed by A Nip of Murder.
Then there’s One Foot in the Grove by Kelly Lane. The book has an intriguing premise: an
infamous “runaway bride” comes back to the family farm in Georgia to help her
father with his olive orchard. Eva seemed likeable enough despite her
unfortunate habit of running out on grooms and I thought the olive angle might
be intriguing. I’ve read numerous
glowing reviews about this first in series book, but I gave up after about 40
pages for what some might consider a very silly reason.
It’s all due to “y’all.”
In my experience, the word(s) “you all” or “y’all” is the
plural of “you.” When I ask one person "How are y’all doing?”, I am inquiring about the person and his or her family and I expect to hear reports on more than one person. If I
said, “How are YOU doing?” I am asking about that person and no one else. I
checked with colleagues and they agree.
In Ms. Lane’s book, however, she uses “y’all” in place of “you.” As in, “Y’all put on this [one] pair of
pants.” Unless the pants are big enough to fit two people or more, this
sentence makes no sense to me. It
happened again and again, which is why I gave up. Yes, it’s ridiculous, but
every time it happened, I’d spend a moment or two re-reading the sentence to
try to figure out who else was being
spoken to and it took me right out of the story. The blurb says the author
lives in Charlottesville, VA but I would bet money she is not a native Southerner.
However, if someone wants to cook some of the luscious sounding
recipes in the back of the book, I wouldn’t say no to a taste.
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