I have to just face it. Every author isn’t for every reader. I’ve tried Elly Griffiths’ Ruth Galloway mysteries. I read one of the Magic Men ones, and I was quite hopeful for that book. When I finished The Postscript Murders, I realized I was much more excited about the idea of the book than I was about the book itself. While I liked the diverse cast of characters, I felt the story dragged.

When ninety-year-old Peggy Smith dies, everyone assumes it’s a natural death, everyone except the woman paid to stop in daily and care for her. Natalka admired Peggy, who kept a notebook of everything going on from the view from her window. When she finds a card that says, “Mrs. M. Smith, Murder Consultant”, she takes her suspicions to the police.

Detective Sergeant Harbinder Kaur is reluctant to open an investigation into the death of a ninety-year-old woman. But, she does go to the funeral service where she meets Edwin, one of Peggy’s neighbors, and Benedict, a former monk who owns a coffee shack, and admires Natalka. It’s that trio who drags Kaur into an investigation after they find a number of mysteries dedicated to PS, with thanks, and a postcard that says “We’re coming for you.” When Natalka and Benedict are in Peggy’s apartment sorting through boxes, a gunman arrives, takes one of the books, and leaves. What kind of killer or gunman steals a book?

As the small quartet gets more involved, they learn a few authors who knew Peggy, and appreciated her suggesions for murder methods, have also received that postcard, “We’re coming for you.” The amateur trio spend time tracking down the authors, but after the murder of one, they chase after two others who are attending a mystery convention in Aberdeen. Harbinder Kaur is appalled, and even more so when she receives a call from the Aberdeen police saying another author is dead.

While I liked the quartet of sleuths, the three amateurs and Kaur, I dragged myself through the book. I was more impressed by some of the conversations in the book than I was by the mystery itself. Peggy’s obnoxious son, Nigel asks, “Why did she read all those crime novels? I mean she was a clever woman.” “Don’t clever people read crime novels?” The man who was the literary agent for several of the authors talked about his enormous piles of books. “To be read. If I’m ever killed, my TBR pile will be the murder weapon.”

There’s a wonderful, diverse cast in the book. Harbinder Kaur is a thirty-five-year-old gay police officer who lives with her parents from India. Natalka is a Ukrainian immigrant with a fascinating background. Edwin is a gay retiree. Benedict is a former monk. However, the cast just can’t carry the entire book when the story drags.

I know there are others who will love this book. I much preferred Richard Osman’s The Thursday Murder Club for a group of amateur sleuths on the hunt for a killer.

Elly Griffiths’ website is https://ellygriffiths.co.uk/

The Postscript Murders by Elly Griffiths. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2021. ISBN 9780358418610 (hardcover), 336p.


FTC Full Disclosure – I received a .PDF to review for a journal.