Ten Second Staircase
Elderly detectives Arthur Bryant and John May investigate the death of an artist, drowned in her installation: a vat of formaldehyde with polyurethane fetuses.
London teems with historic ghouls ”whose grip on the present could still be felt on certain strange days, when the streets were dark with rain and harmful ideas.”
Bryant quotes Confucius, collects books on Japanese ferns, and consorts with witches.
As wordy, offbeat, and slow-moving as its geriatric heroes.