“ A murder, an attempted escape by a charismatic prisoner, scapegoating and discrediting all test Monsarrat and Mrs Mulrooney's best detective skills and survival instincts. A thoroughly enjoyable addition to a very Australian detective series. ”
“ With the Monsarrat series, co-written with his eldest daughter, Meg, [Tom] Keneally has joined Kerry Greenwood in combining two well-loved fiction genres. This is not just crime, but historical crime. Showing Keneally's extensive knowledge of the convict era, this series about an 1820s Sydney ticket-of-leave man turned amateur sleuth gleefully employs a number of crime's conventions. This character-based collaboration is an energetic tale and an engaging read. ”
Kerryn Goldsworthy, The Sydney Morning Herald
“ Gentleman ex-con Hugh Llewellyn Monsarrat and his treasured tea-making side-kick Hannah Mulrooney have been sent to a small prison island off Tasmania to investigate a murder, and thus the claustrophobia and powerlessness of incarceration in a colony at the end of the world is increased ten-fold. I really like the Monsarrats. ”
Viki Dun, Gleebooks Gleaner
February 26, 2018
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February 26, 2018
Random House Australia
Maria Island, off the east coast of Van Diemen’s Land
Bart Harefield loved laughing at them. The ones who thought they had power. The ones who alighted from his boat without a nod or a glance. They were the ones who felt the carefully woven skein of half-truths tighten around them, choking their air of respect and reputation.
They did not know why it happened. They put it down to happenstance, a misunderstood word here or an odd look there. Then they stepped again onto the boat without any idea the agent of their downfall was piloting them over the pitted grey water. The officer sent away for a reputed affair with the daughter of an overseer. The reverend replaced thanks to rumours of his over-enthusiasm for a soprano in the convict women’s choir.
Harefield was particularly proud of his latest triumph: the commissary dismissed when the amount of rice and flour in the stores did not match the inventory. No one thought to look under the floorboards of the bosun’s hut for the missing supplies. And all it had taken was a whisper, which Harefield delivered to the Hatter along with a threat to withdraw supplies of contraband rum, a low mutter in the vicinity of a person known for gossip, a quick glance to check they weren’t being overheard.Continue Reading