It’s 1968 but one communal house in West London is steeped in a brand of exotica that has nothing to do with patchouli or the Mersey Beat. Home to the last, desperate remnants of an aboriginal tribe, the house echoes with drum-calls and unintelligible chants. And it reeks of blood — the animal blood used in divination rituals and the blood of the tribe’s murdered chief. Detective Jimmy Pibble specializes in the peculiar, but he’s never before had to play anthropologist. How do you solve a crime when you don’t speak the language and you don’t understand the community’s most basic assumptions — like what makes a woman different from a man, or how one tells the dead from those who are still among the living?
Originally published as A Glass-Sided Ants’ Nest, this was Peter Dickinson’s first mystery novel; it won the CWA Gold Dagger Award for best crime novel of the year.
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Fans of anthropology and the "Dalziel & Pascoe" series
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