As usual sets Elizabeth George to as many people, all of which are fraught with problems in any way: Fairclough daughter Mignon who blackmails her father; whose twin sister Manette, who still lives with the ex-husband under the same roof; Daughter Alatea whose past is highly opaque; Son Nicholas, a former drug addict and now the eternal penitent; Ian's son Tim, who hated the homosexual father was dead and prefer - to name just a few. In the middle are also a young reporter from a tabloid, which examines the story of his life, Simon St. James as an expert and obviously Deborah.
Which brings us right the biggest problem of "beliving The Lie" were: Deborah. It has by now resigned to the fact that all their irrational reactions are explained by infertility, but now their behavior has reached a new peak. Stubborn as a little child playing Sherlock Holmes, mingles everywhere, knows no borders and is finally even as employees of yards out to move ahead. Lynley himself seems to walk around aimlessly mainly at the beginning, looking for places for a murder, but found no evidence. He finds support in Havers, who is accustomed to great, funny and chaotic. Unfortunately, it seems you partout not permitted to have only a little bit of luck in private life ...
Georges writing style and especially its landscape and people descriptions are as always convincing, only the new construction of the Mystery did not succeed in my eyes: Unusually there is no chapter, but a division into days and locations. Probably one way to make room for more characters, but the often abrupt change between the individual scenes would in my opinion does not have to be. This book is very long, as each of the subplots is worked out meticulously and take up much space.
Conclusion: Too much drama, too many stereotypes, too much text. It would in turn do very well when Elizabeth George focuses on a theme and economically deal with extreme characters.