Monday, February 19, 2018
There Are No Elephants in Peru, by Margaret Maron
Typo corrected. Sorry.
Interesting title, no? Reminds me of the young adult novel by Paula Fox, Blowfish Live In The Sea, with which it has nothing else in common.
This is the second appearance here by MWA Grand Master Margaret Maron. It is set in North Carolina in 1977. Dr. Ellen Webster is an archaeologist teaching at a small women's college, and she has been summoned to meet a potential donor who-- Well, let Webster introduce her:
Victoria Hoyt Gardner was as delicate as her china: very thin, very old, very expensive.
Very, very nice writing, that. Mrs. Gardner is the last of a wealthy family which has donated extensively to the college. Now she wants to leave her house as a museum. Her father and grandfather were hunters and the house is full of stuffed animals.
Dubious historic interest, no doubt, but Grandpa also collected trinkets all over the world on his hunting expeditions. Trinkets like an Egyptian mummy, and pre-Columbian burial jars from South America. Ellen gets the summer job of beginning to assess the contents of the collection, although there are obviously years of work ahead for someone. She makes what might be a historic find, but that's not the problem.
The first problem is Mrs. Gardner's obsessive and eccentric demands. The second is the return of the father of her three-year-old daughter (Ellen is, gasp, an unmarried mother in the 1970s). He is now married to a rich woman and apparently he wants custody of their child. Or is the sleazy creep after something else?
All shall be revealed. The last paragraph is the best I have read in quite some time.