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Murder in the Cathedral
Kerry Greenwood
Allen & Unwin, $32.99
The first 50 pages of Murder in the Cathedral, Kerry Greenwood’s 23rd Miss Fisher adventure, made me laugh out loud. The last one made me cry, not because anything awful happens, but, as Kerry herself might have said, “it’s just perfect”, and a fitting conclusion to this always entertaining historical crime series.
Sadly, Kerry died in March this year and there will be no new Phryne adventures to enjoy in the bath with a glass of champagne. Which is how Kerry herself once informed a rapt audience she imagined her books might be read.
In reflecting on Miss Fisher’s career, it’s evident that while her creator became more confident, relaxed and witty over the years, there was also a determination to tackle serious issues from a feminist perspective. Cocaine Blues, the first in the series published in 1989, shone a light on backstreet abortions in the Melbourne of 1928. Meanwhile, in the pursuit of her own amorous trysts, Phryne readily availed herself of a Marie Stopes’ contraceptive device.
All the adventures in this series have been set in the same time frame with a different scenic backdrop that motivates the plot, and Murder in the Cathedral is no exception. On this occasion, we’re off to the city of Bendigo where Phryne’s wartime friend Lionel is about to be enthroned as bishop. “This is a lark,” the ebullient Lionel cheerily informs Phryne in his letter of invitation.
However, “a lark” is not quite what it promises to be as Phryne and her maid Dot travel by train across the boring “flat basalt plains” to the north-west of Melbourne. Arriving in the splendid gold town, they are transported to The Shamrock Hotel in Lionel’s Bentley with Phryne dangerously perched on the running board as her luggage takes up most of the room. This is hardly surprising, since Phryne travels with an outfit for every eventuality.
The late Kerry Greenwood in her garden.Credit: David Greagg
But first, there’s lunch. Suspicious of the wine list Phryne orders a jug of beer accompanied by roast beef and vegetables, a dessert of baked apple and raisin pie “liberally drenched in fresh cream”, followed by a rather fine tawny port. Inevitably, there’s a nap before Phryne dresses for dinner. This time it’s lamb with “exemplary” green beans in butter, strawberry tart and a “rather decent dessert wine”. As always, there’s an Enid Blyton-ish relishing of every sumptuous repast.
Another ongoing delight is the fashion notes. As well as her usual Erté and Patou, here Phryne dons a new emerald green gown with a diamante border by Callot Soeurs. (Having googled this French fashion house, I spent a happy hour exploring the history of the three sisters who ran it and their fabulous frocks.)
