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Book review: “After the Winter” by Anna Dowdall

 

In the first two sentences of Anna Dowdall’s 2017 novel After the Winter, I learned that Sally Ryder had had a very unexpected letter and then had gotten grim news from a recent story in the Montreal Comet.

I was hooked.

Maybe it’s just that it had been a while since I’d read a mystery out of the Agatha Christie-John Dickson Carr whodunit school.  Maybe it’s that any fan of mysteries would be snagged by the mention of a surprise letter and an ominous news story, two often weighty items when it comes to literary murder puzzles.

In any case, I read on, and, by page three, I’d learned

  • that the letter, three months earlier, had been from Helena Lane, a half-sister that Sally never knew she had, and
  • that the news story was about an accident in which Helena and her husband Howard died when their car went off a bridge into a river near the couple’s mansion, called Midwinter, outside the small town of Waverly in the rural Eastern Townships of Quebec Province, and
  • that Sally was a small-scale heiress still mourning a failed romance with a pony-tailed bookstore owner who had bilked her out of several hundred thousand dollars, and
  • that Sally had pretty much made up her mind to take the train to Waverly to at least learn more about the half-sister she’d found and then lost.

And, well, I was off to the races.

 

Mystery and romance

After the Winter turned out to be a lively, entertaining mystery with a mansion full of odd people with odd back stories and a great many hidden secrets.

It is, I also found, a romance novel in which all of the affluent characters, the good and the bad, the decent and the slimy, are incredibly good-looking, especially Sally.  And the clothes — well, you can imagine!

Soon, the “rudderless” Sally finds herself dealing with flirtations from the overly serious Tom Munro, a friend of Howard who doesn’t think the car accident was on the up and up, and from Carson DeWitt, who seems to be constantly in heat and constantly cornering one of Midwinter’s women for a smooch or more and, truth be told, constantly appears to be a cad (which he turns out to be).

 

 

“Took kit?”

And then there’s Ashley Smeeton.

She’s the nine-year-old who reads a lot of Nancy Drew mysteries and shows up here and there throughout After the Winter.

Whereas all the adults in the novel seem to spend all their time calculating, lying, scheming, yearning, investigating, drinking, flirting, dancing and hiding something, Ashley is delightfully herself.  She’s knowing and innocent, alive and alert.

“I’m nine years old,” she offered Sally twenty-five minutes later, as the two of them turned onto Elm Street.  “But my mother says I’m older than my age.”

I’ll bet she does, Sally thought, plodding through the snow beside the little girl.

“I like your blue case.  It’s — elegant.  Why is it so small?  Is it a tool kit?”

“Why would I carry a tool kit around?  It’s an overnight case…”

Ashley considered all this.  “You never know when a hammer could come in handy.  Or a tape measure or a magnifying glass.  Any small tool, really….Sometimes I wear my hair in two braids.”

I found Ashley a lot of fun.  In fact, at some point early on in the reading of After the Winter, I looked up Dowdall’s other novel The Au Pair, saw that Ashley pops up again in that book and immediately ordered it.

 

Underutilized


From my perspective, Dowdall underutilized Ashley in After the Winter.  It was, after all, her first novel.  Some of the plot, it seemed to me, could have been paced better.  Perhaps there was an internal conflict between the requirements of a mystery and those of a romance novel.

Carson DeWitt, for instance, was probably a bit too caddish.  And Sally herself was probably a bit too willing to let others direct her movements and thoughts.

Nonetheless, After the Winter was a pleasant diversion.

There are five people who die, and the question is: How many were murdered?

There’s a mysterious ghost from the far distant Native past.

There’s all that stuff about dresses and scents that went over my head but would likely be enjoyable for a lot of other readers.

And, of course, there’s Ashley.

 

Patrick T. Reardon

8.26.20

 

 

 

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