I'd better begin by admitting to a couple of biases. I'm not a great reader of historical fiction, and historical crime in particular: the modern police procedural is where my heart lies. But when you receive a proof of a book by one of your favourite authors it's easy to feel that you needn't be ''quite'' so rigid about your preferences. I first encountered Elizabeth Haynes when I read [[Into The Darkest Corner by Elizabeth Haynes|Into The Darkest Corner]] more than seven years ago and I've recently become hooked on her DCI Louisa Smith books - [[Under A Silent Moon by Elizabeth Haynes|Under A Silent Moon]] and [[Behind Closed Doors by Elizabeth Haynes|Behind Closed Doors]]. I'll confess that I was rather hoping for another in the series, but I was intrigued by the thought of an accomplished writer of police procedurals turning her hand to historical fiction where a completely different set of skills would be required.
I've always been impressed by the way that Haynes has us straight into the story in her police procedurals: ''The Murder of Harriet Monkton'' has more of a slow-burn start. Relax: take time to get to know the characters and appreciate the fact that they're exquisitely drawn as there's no shortage of people who might have wanted Harriet dead. There's Frances Williams, the schoolteacher. Harriet regarded her as a friend, but Frances' feelings were rather stronger: if that became public knowledge her position as a schoolteacher would be in danger. The Reverend George Verrall appeared pious and virtuous, but his particular method of inspiring the holy spirit to enter his body would not have been appreciated by his parishioners should the facts become known. Thomas Churcher, a shoemaker, was apparently spoken for, but he'd given his heart to Harriet - the one person who didn't think that he was slow witted. Richard Field had been Harriet's landlord, but he'd seduced her when he'd already given ''his '' heart to another woman. Who murdered Harriet, and who was the father of her unborn child?
The writing is exceptional: I spent much of the book in a state of visceral terror for Harriet, not because of what would happen to her, but because of her situation whilst she was alive, as those who could have - should have - helped her refused to do so, usually with an entirely unwarranted sense of piety and righteousness. Her options were severely limited, with the workhouse being the only backstop. Haynes captures the age perfectly and she's particularly good on the precarious life of the unmarried woman, virtuous or not.