Complex, moody, dark, and atmospheric murder mystery set in an English cathedral. Feels like it takes place entirely in dank mist - I envision almost every scene from the book in dark gray. While the murder provides a hook to hang a plot on, it's more a story of how people's self-deception and venality lead to violence. The protagonist is as deeply flawed as any, but slowly learning to recognize and deal with the bitterness in himself.
I think it must be a keystone of the genre of Victorian fiction for it to be slow-moving. This was an interesting and well-written novel, but it had a rather annoying repetitive nature - the same three stories were retold over and over again, each time with a new possible solution. So, while it was interesting overall, it was just not terribly engrossing. The ending certainly tied together most of the loose threads in an original and satisfying way, which was really the salvation of the entire book. Still, the pace of the book was its main downfall. Although, the structure was original and the way it all worked out was pretty surprising.
A Victorian mystery that took a bit to get into but then once the story got going it was intrigueing.
A fairly dark, complicated, Victorian murder mystery. By the author of The Quincunx
If you like Dickens, you'll like Palliser. Twists and turns, and mysteries galore.