Black Is the Colour of My True Love's Heart (Felse, #6)
Ellis Peters
Singers and musicians are gathered for a course in folk music that will occupy a weekend in the fantastic country mansion called Follymead. Most come only to sing or to listen, but one or two have non-musical scores to settle. When brilliantly talented Liri Palmer sings “Black, black, black is the color of my true-love’s heart!" she clearly has a message for someone in the audience. Passions run high, and there is murder brewing at Follymead.
Publication Year: 1967
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Black is the Colour of My True Love's Heart has all the quintessentially Felsian elements - a murder mystery that isn't, quite, and that unspools slowly and gently right at the end; lyrical and languorously focused prose; strong themes of decorous convention vs uncivilized purity of emotion; and a preoccupation with one of Ellis Peters's own non-murderous pet interests. In this case, it's folk music - or ballads, as she lets the long-haired singer Liri Palmer emphasize for her. But the story is, as always, sweetly tragic, if rather more overtly foreshadowed and thus quickly predictable here than usual, and after there was no George at all in Piper on the Mountain, I was glad to have him back in a central role. (Fingers crossed Bunty gets a proper appearance in the next one.)
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