The Copenhagen Connection (1982)

 



Elizabeth Jones' long awaited holiday in Denmark starts off with a promising bang--not only does she meet her literary idol, historian and novelist Margaret Rosenberg, but the Nobel prize winner even takes her on as secretary when an unfortunate accident deprives her of the one she has. But things take a puzzling turn when Margaret disappears. Her pompous son Christian insists she might be in danger, and so he and Elizabeth team up to scour the Danish streets and landmarks. When mysterious messages start arriving and bullets start flying, it looks like he might be right. But why would anyone be demanding Margaret's bathrobe???

Copenhagen is one of the funniest books MPM ever wrote. Rife with absurdities and pratfalls and a highly-tuned self-awareness of its own outlandishness, it sells an unbelievable plot with ease. And with more than ease--heart. MPM examines a favorite theme of hers, the tragedy of old age and the condescension with which the elderly are viewed by the next generation. And then she adds depth to it by giving us a mother-son relationship fraught with that problem, and then the growth of the son from pompous and overbearing into someone who respects his mother and lets his own adventurousness fly. She also gives us a lovely little romance too.

And then of course, there's the deliciously delightful plot surrounding Margaret I of Denmark's burial and the power of a medieval queen regnant whose story is not often told. Copenhagen falls in with one of my favorite themes--an American tourist who gets tangled up with stopping a criminal gang's attempt to steal a long-lost national treasure. Camelot Caper and Legend in Green Velvet are both stellar examples of this, and I really do think it's one of the best things MPM does. In that sense, Copenhagen is a worthy heir to her earlier traditions. 

Interestingly, this is the last non-series book MPM will write as Elizabeth Peters. From here on, she'll write Vicky Bliss or Jake Kirby or, increasingly, Amelia Peabody, novels. And while I wholeheartedly believe those to be some of the best things she ever writes, I pause here a moment to salute the charm and style of these earlier free-standing, free-wheeling novels, where innocent tourists find themselves shanghaied into adventures beyond their wildest dreams. More, I salute my young self, who fervently believed that if she could just get across the water, she might find herself rescuing a long-dead queen's treasure too.

Rating: *****

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