A Scandal in Belgravia Book

Murder pays no respect to rank...or the neighborhood. And so it happened that young aristocrat Timothy Wycliffe was bludgeoned to death in his elegantly furnished flat in Belgravia by a person or persons unknown. Unknown, in fact, for 30 years.

Then the dead man's friend Peter Proctor — once a young man on his way up in the diplomatic service, now a retired Member of Parliament — seeks an antidote to boredom by attempting to write his own memoirs. Unfortunately, they seem to be creating more problems than he anticipated, and not just of the writer's-block variety. Peter keeps getting sidetracked by speculations on Timothy's death. The murder was allegedly accomplished by a beating from one of his boyfriends. But Peter can't accept so simple a solution, so he begins to probe the past. In so doing, he opens a fascinating window on British society during the 1950s and its changing — and unchanging — mores since.

Publishers Weekly

Barnard's elegant 24th mystery (after A City of Strangers ) finds him at his delightfully waspish best. Targets include the House of Lords (many members give ``the impression of long disuse''), political memoirs (``politicians in general have an affinity for fiction'') and Mrs. Thatcher (named as source of the quote ``the Good Samaritan had to have money''). The amiable narrator is statesman/industrialist Peter Proctor, sacked by Thatcher and now fretting about his memoirs, especially the mystery surrounding the long-ago murder of Timothy Wycliffe, his friend and sharer of the bottom rung in the Foreign Office in the '50s. Witty, imaginative, dazzling Timothy was battered to death in his flat in Belgravia near Buckingham Palace in 1956. The chief suspect, Andrew Forbes, a workingman believed to have been one of Timothy's many male lovers, skipped the country. What otherwise would have been a scandal was smothered by the Suez crisis. Peter, bothered that the murder had so little impact on him, now determines to investigate. Interviews take him as far as California to Forbes, who persuades him of his innocence. Then back to England and a confrontation with a truly evil monster who reveals why Timothy had to die. Barnard brilliantly depicts a seedy, struggling London in the '50s, the Suez fiasco as a symbol of the death of empire and Timothy's murder as a symbol of a wholly different social climate. (Aug.)