It's also been true that I'm having a little trouble with inspiration for this particular review. It's not that the book was bad. It wasn't. But then, it wasn't exactly a knock-out either. A nice, average little academic mystery (provided that you overlook the fact that Bernard Peterson uses several stereotypes from a few decades prior to the publication date--1992). It has decent plotting and a fairly engaging detective. I'm not entirely sold on the motive...I think Peterson could have worked up something a little more believable, but it works.
Here's what we've got:
One upper-level University that falls just short of Ivy League. Lots of tradition, lots of old boy network thanks to moneyed sons following in their dad's footsteps for many, many years. Lots of academic excellence as well. But in this atmosphere lurks a killer. Art professor Hilda Roberston is found stabbed to death in a carrel in the high security university library. It is up to Detective Philip Constanza to determine if the murder is a result of professional jealousy--Robertson is an unpublished, MA student who may have been hired over those more qualified--or something more personal and more elemental. A retired English professor is the next victim...again in the library. And now Constanza must try to find the threads that connect the two victims.