Medieval mystery for people who laugh starts here….
England’s most famous date 1066: At the monastery of De’Ath’s Dingle, during a completely pointless theological debate, there is a mysterious death. Routine business for the average investigative medieval monk.
Unfortunately this isn’t a tale of average monks.
Anyone who would put the idiot Brother Simon in charge of a murder investigation is either one chant short of a plainsong or is up to something. When Brother Hermitage, innocent in every way, including bystanding, is lined up for execution, he begins to wonder if something might be going on.
Perhaps his new companion Wat, weaver of pornographic tapestry, can figure out what it is. Before it’s too late.
If you are a lover of the historical detective genre, if you have a deep respect for the worlds created, don’t read this book. It’ll only upset you.
I have said that I don’t read historical fiction, and generally, I don’t, but then I was looking at my shelves the other day and I noticed this series. This is the first volume of The Chronicles of Brother Hermitage. It follows the life and adventures of Brother Hermitage, a young (probably 19), and naïve monk as he meets Watt, a maker of dubious tapestries, and they find themselves surrounded by murders they are compelled to investigate. By the way, the quality of Watt’s tapestries is fine, but the depictions aren’t something a young monk should ever look at since Watt uses an inordinate amount of pink silk.
Wasn’t sure about this when I bought this book what it would be like, but I had a good time reading it. It’s fun, irreverent, humourous. The humour comes from one character, Hermitage, taking everything literally, and the other, Watt, being a more worldly wise character attempting to steer him right. It’s a mix of ecclesiastic and potty humour, with the twisting of language that works so well for the likes of Pratchett.
I literally laughed out loud when I read this, and I enjoyed it so much, I’ve brought and read many of the subsequent novels in the series.