The closed-circle Agatha Christieian detective story has rather fallen out of fashion in favour of the ‘crime novel’, the essential difference being that while every detective story is a crime novel the reverse is not necessarily the case. As the doyenne of the detective story P. D. James rarely strays far from home and The Lighthouse represents the form at its purest. First, we need the right, closed setting. It used to be a remote country house which a snowfall has cut off from the outside world, isolating the dozen people suspected of murdering the colonel. P. D. James has gone one better and invented her own island, Combe, off the Cornish coast, a windswept fortress to which Significant People needing privacy in secure surroundings go for a period of rest and re-charging. It is owned by a trust and consists of a main house to which guests may repair for dinner every evening, a stable block and some scattered cottages. There is also a lighthouse. Combe has steep cliffs with jagged rocks below onto which mighty waves crash, silence apart from the seagulls, and from time to time a dense, enshrouding fog. What more can life hold?
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