His historical novels include the Nick Revill series, set in Elizabethan London, a Victorian sequence, and a series of Chaucer mysteries, now in in e-books.
The ‘also by’ page in this new book by
John Sandford runs to two columns and actually fills the page. Luckily for us,
Sandford is still producing at a considerable rate, with most years seeing a
new Lucas Davenport thriller as well as a fresh investigation from Virgil Flowers.
Davenport is now a US Marshal while Flowers works for the Minnesota Bureau of
Criminal Apprehension.
As the ‘Prey’ suffix for all the Davenport titles
suggests, those books are more about manhunts, sometimes womanhunts, in which
the identity of the villains is usually clear from the start. With the Flowers
series, Sandford reverts to more traditional whodunit territory, often
concealing the villain and throwing suspicion this way and that before a final
reveal.
So it is with Bloody Genius, the twelfth
Flowers. In the beginning a medical professor, Barthelemy Quill, is clubbed to
death in the University of Minnesota library, apparently with his own computer.
There are no clues, no trace of the ‘weapon’, no DNA, but plenty of suspects.
Quill was a controversial academic, with several exes, an ongoing feud with
members of another university faculty, possible involvement with drugs as well
as being complicit in dodgy surgical procedures.
Virgil, hooked up with his partner Frankie
(expecting twins) and living on her farm, is a bit domesticated these days, and
his head is not turned, or not turned much, by a couple of the attractive
female suspects. As ever, Sandford shows his skill in sketching character, whether
lawyers, librarians, slackers or highway patrolmen, in a couple of lines of
description and a few words of dialogue. Virgil Flowers, witty, decent,
easy-going, is an engaging companion, maybe more so than the sometimes
hard-nosed Davenport.
Among other encounters Virgil befriends an old guy
in a bar who tells him that, since he’s already met the whole cast of
characters, he’s already met the villain. Virgil tells him that real life isn’t
like that but, of course, it is and he has. There are other Christie-like touches,
as when Frankie helps work out the solution to the mystery with the aid of a
traditional board game. At the end it turns out that Virgil has been working on
a novel. Maybe one day he’ll write about his own cases. In the meantime, John
Sandford is a tremendous substitute.