The Beautiful Mystery: A Chief Inspector Gamache Novel

The Beautiful Mystery: A Chief Inspector Gamache Novel

Paperback | July 2, 2013

byLouise Penny

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The brilliant new novel in the New York Times bestselling series by Louise Penny, one of the most acclaimed crime writers of our time


No outsiders are ever admitted to the monastery of Saint-Gilbert-Entre-les-Loups, hidden deep in the wilderness of Quebec, where two dozen cloistered monks live in peace and prayer. They grow vegetables, they tend chickens, they make chocolate. And they sing. Ironically, for a community that has taken a vow of silence, the monks have become world-famous for their glorious voices, raised in ancient chants whose effect on both singer and listener is so profound it is known as "the beautiful mystery."

But when the renowned choir director is murdered, the lock on the monastery's massive wooden door is drawn back to admit Chief Inspector Armand Gamache and Jean-Guy Beauvoir of the Sûreté du Québec. There they discover disquiet beneath the silence, discord in the apparent harmony. One of the brothers, in this life of prayer and contemplation, has been contemplating murder. As the peace of the monastery crumbles, Gamache is forced to confront some of his own demons, as well as those roaming the remote corridors. Before finding the killer, before restoring peace, the Chief must first consider the divine, the human, and the cracks in between.

The Beautiful Mystery is the winner of the 2012 Agatha Award for best novel, the 2013 Anthony Award for best novel and the 2013 Macavity Award for best novel.

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The brilliant new novel in the New York Times bestselling series by Louise Penny, one of the most acclaimed crime writers of our timeNo outsiders are ever admitted to the monastery of Saint-Gilbert-Entre-les-Loups, hidden deep in the wilderness of Quebec, where two dozen cloistered monks live in peace and prayer. They grow vegetables,...

LOUISE PENNY is the #1 New York Times and Globe and Mail bestselling author of ten Chief Inspector Armand Gamache novels. She has won numerous awards, including a CWA Dagger and the Agatha Award (five times) and was a finalist for the Edgar Award for Best Novel. She lives in a small village south of Montréal.

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:400 pages, 8.19 × 5.46 × 1.08 inPublished:July 2, 2013Publisher:St. Martin's PressLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved this! I am totally addicted to Louise Penny's books. This one was so different from the others but no less enjoyable. Louise Penny is a brilliant writer. Her characterization is excellent and her plots completely involving.
Date published: 2015-06-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Beautiful Mystery The story was well written, the descriptions of the abbey, the forests were beautiful. The story was captivating, I needed to know who did it! A great read.
Date published: 2015-02-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love this book I have read every one of Louise Penny's book and love every one of them. My only problem is having the patience to wait for her next publication. In this book I could see myself sitting in the Chapel listening to the monk singing and wondering who was the murderer
Date published: 2015-01-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Praying for more? What do you get when you mix a police investigation, a drug addiction, a festering and growing hatred with religion? You get yet another masterpiece from Louise Penny....A Must Read!
Date published: 2015-01-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Change of Scene This book takes place entirely in a monastery in remote northern Canada. It involves the murder of the prior in a religious community both small and talented in gregorian chant. It is also the story of how leadership in the Surete try to pit Gamache against Beauvoir.
Date published: 2014-10-31
Rated 4 out of 5 by from "Holy" Gamache! While I missed Three Pines and the assorted villagers, this was an interesting, intriguing read.
Date published: 2014-08-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Gamache novel great Such a lovely title and more importantly a great read! I love reading the inspector Gamache novels. I'm looking forward to the next one
Date published: 2014-06-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Beautiful Mystery Excellent as usual, I can sense a climax but I dont want the series to end ! Please Louise keep writing !
Date published: 2014-04-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Mystery A secluded monetary, home to an order of monks renowned for their recording of Gregorian Chants, has its peace disrupted when the prior is found murdered. Chief Inspector Gamache finds an unholy mess on hands upon his arrival and struggles to find his killer among these devout men.
Date published: 2013-11-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Mystery This is a terrific read -- one of the best in the Gamache series.
Date published: 2013-10-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Mystery I loved this book - it feels like Inspector Gamache is like a priest, talking to the monks and the leaders to figure out who could have done this crime. So few books mention a sanctuary - finding space and quiet there and discerning who is doing what in a community of faith - always a challenge
Date published: 2013-10-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Mystery I found this to be an intriguing mystery. I was troubled by the actions of Gamache's young protégé Jean Guy and anxious to learn more,. Penny is a brilliant writer, exploring the depths of the human soul.
Date published: 2013-10-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Mystery Louise Penny chose an unique setting filled with mystery for her story. Her very human characters create exquisite tension throughout the murder investigation. Dilemna was I could not put it down but I did not want it to end.
Date published: 2013-10-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Mystery This is another great novel by Louise Penny. Shem makes characters come alive and the description of the background of Quebec is wonderful. You can smell those croissants. The story keeps at a steady pace and there is always a little twist that you weren't expecting. Have enjoyed all of her novels.
Date published: 2013-10-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Mystery One of Penny's best in this series. Fascinating glimpse into a monastery of cloistered monks. Anyone who loves ancient music will also love this book. A great read!
Date published: 2013-10-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Mystery This was a great book. The way that Penny develops her characters really makes them come alive.
Date published: 2013-10-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Mystery Another fantastic novel from Louise Penny. I have read all her books and usually can't figure out who committed the crime until the very end. Ms. Penny has the ability to make the reader feel as if part of the setting.This particular novel ends with a twist, that MUST be followed up in the next installment
Date published: 2013-10-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Mystery This is not only an intriguing mystery but is also a literary masterpiece. Louise Penny excels in creating interesting and believable characters who are as intriguing as the story line. Her books are about real people and this is one of her best. Hard to put down!
Date published: 2013-10-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Mystery This was my first novel of Louise Penny I read. I loved it!
Date published: 2013-09-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Mystery This is the first book I read of Louise Penny's and throughout it I was intrigued by Gamache and Jean-Guy's interactions and personalities. I'm in awe of how Louise Penny's choice of a cloistered monastery to set this mystery in. At the start, I didn't think there'd be enough there as exposition of the crime; but she surprised me and caught my attention with exploring Gregorian chant and the history of how musical notes came into being. What a read! I liked it so much I'm intent on reading all her other novels.She hasn't disappointed me in any of them.
Date published: 2013-09-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Mystery Excellent story telling with unforgettable characters. Louise Penny brings to life Inspector Gamache with all his humanity and foibles and takes the reader into the tale. The monastery, the monks and rural Quebec become real as we walk with the Inspector and his colleague Jean-Guy to unravel the mystery and murder that haunts Saint-Gilbert-Entre-les-Loups.
Date published: 2013-09-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Another triumph by Louise Penny Penny tackles a difficult subject - faith in God and faith in another human being. Woven together with the glory and intrigue of Gregorian chant sung by the monks of the monastery hidden in the inaccessible forests of Quebec, this story of the murdered prior reaches back into centuries of Church history when notated music had its beginning. It takes us on a journey that plunges down into the dark and tragic depths of the human soul and soars up into the heights of spiritual ecstasy. Penny gives us a glimpse into the ordered world of twenty-four monks devoted to their music as much as to their God, reminiscent of a murder mystery which took place in a medieval monastery in Italy devoted to manuscript illumination in the book "The Name of the Rose" by Umberto Eco. Chief Inspector Gamache patiently reveals to us the hidden desires of the monks as he and Jean-Guy discover the secrets of the beautiful mystery held within the walls of the monastery for centuries. He never fails us and neither does Penny. Thank you for another wonderful story!
Date published: 2013-04-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic! The Beautiful Mystery is the eighth entry in Louise Penny's Chief Inspector Armand Gamache series. This series has become one of my favourites, but I have to say that this latest book is exceptional. The series is set in Canada. Gamache is with the Sûreté du Québec, as is his second in command, Jean-Guy Beauvoir. In The Beautiful Mystery, Gamache and Beauvoir are called out on an unusual case and location. A monk at a monastery hidden away in the wilds of Québec has been murdered. The monastery has rebuffed visitors for the last four hundred years. There are only twenty four residents, all who live with a vow of silence - except when they are singing ancient Gregorian chants. Twenty three suspects. Penny has yet again devised an ingenious 'closed room' mystery that had me guessing until the last pages. The exploration of the monastic lifestyle and the chants were especially interesting. In her acknowledgments Penny says "I wanted to explore this beautiful mystery. How just a few notes can take us to a different time and place. Can conjure a person, an event, a feeling. Can inspire great courage, and reduce us to tears. And in the case of this book, I wanted to explore the power of ancient chants, Gregorian chants. On those who sing them, and those who hear them." The explanation of the effect of the music on the listener was compelling. I listened to the audio version of this book and the inclusion of chants at the beginning and end of the book prompted me to put holds on some Gregorian chant CDs at the library. But the real draw of Penny's books are the characters - especially Gamache. He is such a wise, intuitive, caring person. But he has faced his share of heartache - most notably with Beauvoir. A previous case has left both men physically and emotionally damaged. The healing has started, but has miles to go. A surprise appearance by Gamache's superior at the monastery complicates things further. And take Gamache to a very dark place. I become so invested and immersed in the characters that populate Penny's novels that they almost feel quite real. Gamache and Beavoir's complicated relationship and their attempts to continue moving forward despite the past make them all the more believable. Penny's storytelling is rich and varied, full of nuance and inflection. The pared down setting for this book was perfect, echoing the raw truths that are exposed. The ending has only left me hoping that Penny gives us more Gamache before too much time elapses. I chose to listen to this latest book and may well do so with all the Gamache books. There's always a worry that a narrator will not be the right fit for the mental image you've created for a character. Ralph Cosham was the reader for The Beautiful Mystery...and he was perfect. He has a rich, full bodied voice that is deep and sonorous, conveying the quiet strength of Gamache. The cadence, rhythm, pauses and more sound like actual conversation, not simply a reading of pages. The accent passes muster and is easily understood. Just an absolutely fantastic read/listen/series - highly recommended.
Date published: 2012-09-03
Rated out of 5 by from Any idea when this is coming out as an ebook?
Date published: 2012-08-24

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THE BEAUTIFUL MYSTERY (Chapter 1)As the last note of the chant escaped the Blessed Chapel a great silence fell, and with it came an even greater disquiet.The silence stretched on. And on.These were men used to silence, but this seemed extreme, even to them.And still they stood in their long black robes and white tops, motionless.Waiting.These were men also used to waiting. But this too seemed extreme.The less disciplined among them stole glances at the tall, slim, elderly man who had been the last to file in and would be the first to leave.Dom Philippe kept his eyes closed. Where once this was a moment of profound peace, a private moment with his private God, when Vigils had ended and before he signaled for the Angelus, now it was simply escape.He closed his eyes because he didn’t want to see.Besides, he knew what was there. What was always there. What had been there for hundreds of years before he arrived and would, God willing, be there for centuries after he was buried in the cemetery. Two rows of men across from him, in black robes with white hoods, a simple rope tied at their waists.And beside him to his right, two more rows of men.They were facing each other across the stone floor of the chapel, like ancient battle lines.No, he told his weary mind. No. I mustn’t think of this as a battle, or a war. Just opposing points of view. Expressed in a healthy community.Then why was he so reluctant to open his eyes? To get the day going?To signal the great bells that would ring the Angelus to the forests and birds and lakes and fish. And the monks. To the angels and all the saints. And God.A throat cleared.In the great silence it sounded like a bomb. And to the abbot’s ears it sounded like what it was.A challenge.With an effort he continued to keep his eyes closed. He remained still, and quiet. But there was no peace anymore. Now there was only turmoil, inside and out. He could feel it, vibrating from and between the two rows of waiting men.He could feel it vibrating within him.Dom Philippe counted to one hundred. Slowly. Then opening his blue eyes, he stared directly across the chapel, to the short, round man who stood with his eyes open, his hands folded on his stomach, a small smile on his endlessly patient face.The abbot’s eyes narrowed slightly, in a glare, then he recovered and raising his slim right hand, he signaled. And the bells began.The perfect, round, rich toll left the bell tower and took off into the early morning darkness. It skimmed over the clear lake, the forests, the rolling hills. To be heard by all sorts of creatures.And twenty-four men, in a remote monastery in Québec.A clarion call. Their day had begun.*   *   *“You’re not serious,” laughed Jean-Guy Beauvoir.“I am,” nodded Annie. “I swear to God it’s the truth.”“Are you telling me,” he picked up another piece of maple-cured bacon from the platter, “that your father gave your mother a bathmat as a gift when they first started dating?”“No, no. That would be ridiculous.”“Sure would,” he agreed and ate the bacon in two big bites. In the background an old Beau Dommage album was playing. “La complainte du phoque en Alaska.” About a lonely seal whose love had disappeared. Beauvoir hummed quietly to the familiar tune.“He gave it to my grandmother the first time they met, as a hostess gift, thanking her for inviting him to dinner.”Beauvoir laughed. “He never told me that,” he finally managed.“Well, Dad doesn’t exactly mention it in polite conversation. Poor Mom. Felt she had to marry him. After all, who else would have him?”Beauvoir laughed again. “So I guess the bar is set pretty low. I could hardly give you a worse gift.”He reached down beside the table in the sunny kitchen. They’d made breakfast together that Saturday morning. A platter of bacon and scrambled eggs with melted Brie sat on the small pine table. He’d thrown on a sweater this early autumn day and gone around the corner from Annie’s apartment to the bakery on rue St-Denis for croissants and pain au chocolat. Then Jean-Guy had wandered in and out of the local shops, picking up a couple of cafés, the Montréal weekend papers, and something else.“What’ve you got there?” Annie Gamache asked, leaning across the table. The cat leapt to the ground and found a spot on the floor where the sun hit.“Nothing,” he grinned. “Just a little je ne sais quoi I saw, and thought of you.”Beauvoir lifted it into plain sight.“You asshole,” Annie said, and laughed. “It’s a toilet plunger.”“With a bow on it,” said Beauvoir. “Just for you, ma chère. We’ve been together for three months. Happy anniversary.”“Of course, the toilet plunger anniversary. And I got you nothing.”“I forgive you,” he said.Annie took the plunger. “I’ll think of you every time I use it. Though I think you’ll be the one using it most of the time. You are full of it, after all.”“Too kind,” said Beauvoir, ducking his head in a small bow.She thrust the plunger forward, gently prodding him with the red rubber suction cup as though it was a rapier and she the swordsman.Beauvoir smiled and took a sip of his rich, aromatic café. So like Annie. Where other women might have pretended the ridiculous plunger was a wand, she pretended it was a sword.Of course, Jean-Guy realized, he would never have given a toilet plunger to any other woman. Only Annie.“You lied to me,” she said, sitting back down. “Dad obviously told you about the bathmat.”“He did,” admitted Beauvoir. “We were in Gaspé, in a poacher’s cabin, searching for evidence when your father opened a closet and found not one but two brand-new bathmats, still in their wrapping.”As he spoke he looked at Annie. Her eyes never left him, barely blinked. She took in every word, every gesture, every inflection. Enid, his ex-wife, had also listened. But there was always an edge of desperation about it, a demand. As though he owed her. As though she was dying and he was the medicine.Enid left him drained, and yet still feeling inadequate.But Annie was gentler. More generous.Like her father, she listened carefully and quietly.With Enid he never talked about his work, and she never asked. With Annie he told her everything.Now, while putting strawberry confiture on the warm croissant, he told her about the poacher’s cabin, about the case, the savage murder of a family. He told her what they found, how they felt, and who they arrested.“The bathmats turned out to be the key pieces of evidence,” said Beauvoir, lifting the croissant to his mouth. “Though it took us a long time to figure it out.”“Is that when Dad told you about his own sad history with bathmats?”Beauvoir nodded and chewed and saw the Chief Inspector in the dim cabin. Whispering the story. They weren’t sure when the poacher would return, and they didn’t want to be caught there. They had a search warrant, but they didn’t want him to know that. So as the two homicide investigators deftly searched, Chief Inspector Gamache had told Beauvoir about the bathmat. Of showing up for one of the most important meals of his life, desperate to impress the parents of the woman he’d fallen hopelessly in love with. And somehow deciding a bathmat was the perfect hostess gift.“How could you have thought that, sir?” Beauvoir had whispered, glancing out the cracked and cobwebbed window, hoping not to see the shabby poacher returning with his kill.“Well, now,” Gamache had paused, obviously trying to recall his own thinking. “Madame Gamache often asks the same question. Her mother never tired of asking either. Her father, on the other hand, decided I was an imbecile and never mentioned it again. That was worse. When they died we found the bathmat in their linen closet, still in its plastic wrapping, with the card attached.”Beauvoir stopped talking and looked across at Annie. Her hair was still damp from the shower they’d shared. She smelled fresh and clean. Like a citron grove in the warm sunshine. No makeup. She wore warm slippers and loose, comfortable clothing. Annie was aware of fashion, and happy to be fashionable. But happier to be comfortable.She was not slim. She was not a stunning beauty. Annie Gamache was none of the things he’d always found attractive in a woman. But Annie knew something most people never learn. She knew how great it was to be alive.It had taken him almost forty years, but Jean-Guy Beauvoir finally understood it too. And knew now there was no greater beauty.Annie was approaching thirty now. She’d been a gawky teenager when they’d first met. When the Chief Inspector had brought Beauvoir into his homicide division at the Sûreté du Québec. Of the hundreds of agents and inspectors under the Chief’s command, he’d chosen this young, brash agent no one else had wanted as his second in command.Had made him part of the team, and eventually, over the years, part of the family.Though even the Chief Inspector had no idea how much a part of the family Beauvoir had become.“Well,” said Annie with a wry smile, “now we have our own bathroom story to baffle our children with. When we die they’ll find this, and wonder.”She held up the plunger, with its cheery red bow.Beauvoir didn’t dare say anything. Did Annie have any idea what she’d just said? The ease with which she assumed they’d have children. Grandchildren. Would die together. In a home that smelled of fresh citron and coffee. And had a cat curled around the sunshine.They’d been together for three months and had never talked about the future. But hearing it now, it just seemed natural. As though this was always the plan. To have children. To grow old together.Beauvoir did the math. He was ten years older than her, and would almost certainly die first. He was relieved.But there was something troubling him.“We need to tell your parents,” he said.Annie grew quiet, and picked at her croissant. “I know. And it’s not like I don’t want to. But,” she hesitated and looked around the kitchen, and out into her book-lined living room, “this is nice too. Just us.”“Are you worried?”“About how they’ll take it?”Annie paused and Jean-Guy’s heart suddenly pounded. He’d expected her to deny it. To assure him she wasn’t the least bit worried whether her parents would approve.But instead, she’d hesitated.“Maybe a little,” Annie admitted. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled, but it changes things. You know?”He did know, but hadn’t dared admit it to himself. Suppose the Chief didn’t approve? He could never stop them, but it would be a disaster.No, Jean-Guy told himself for the hundredth time, it’ll be all right. The Chief and Madame Gamache will be happy. Very happy.But he wanted to be sure. To know. It was in his nature. He collected facts for a living, and this uncertainty was taking its toll. It was the only shadow in a life suddenly, unexpectedly luminous.He couldn’t keep lying to the Chief. He’d persuaded himself this wasn’t a lie, just keeping his private life private. But in his heart it felt like a betrayal.“Do you really think they’ll be happy?” he asked Annie, and hated the neediness that had crept into his voice. But Annie either didn’t notice or didn’t care.She leaned toward him, her elbows and forearms resting on the croissant flakes on the pine table, and took his hand. She held it warm in hers.“To know we’re together? My father would be so happy. It’s my mother who hates you.…”Seeing the look on his face she laughed and squeezed his hand. “I’m kidding. She adores you. Always has. They think of you as family, you know. As another son.”He felt his cheeks burn, to hear those words, and felt ashamed, but noticed that once again Annie didn’t care, or comment. She just held his hand and looked into his eyes.“Sort of incestuous, then,” he finally managed.“Yes,” she agreed, letting go of his hand to take a sip of café au lait. “My parents’ dream come true.” She laughed, sipped, then set the cup down again. “You do know he’ll be thrilled.”“Surprised too?”Annie paused, thinking. “I think he’ll be stunned. Funny, isn’t it? Dad spends his life looking for clues, piecing things together. Gathering evidence. But when something’s right under his nose, he misses it. Too close, I guess.”“Matthew 10:36,” murmured Beauvoir.“Pardon?”“It’s something your father tells us, in homicide. One of the first lessons he teaches new recruits.”“A biblical quote?” asked Annie. “But Mom and Dad never go to church.”“He apparently learned it from his mentor when he first joined the Sûreté.”The phone rang. Not the robust peal of the landline, but the cheerful, invasive trill of a cell. It was Beauvoir’s. He ran to the bedroom and grabbed it off the nightstand.No number was displayed, just a word.“Chief.”He almost hit the small green phone icon, then hesitated. Instead he strode out of the bedroom and into Annie’s light-filled, book-filled living room. He couldn’t speak to the Chief standing in front of the bed where he’d just that morning made love to the Chief’s daughter.“Oui, allô,” he said, trying to sound casual.“Sorry to bother you,” came the familiar voice. It managed to be both relaxed and authoritative.“Not at all, sir. What’s up?” Beauvoir glanced at the clock on the mantle. It was 10:23 on a Saturday morning.“There’s been a murder.”It wasn’t, then, a casual call. An invitation to dinner. A query about staffing or a case going to trial. This was a call to arms. A call to action. A call that marked something dreadful had happened. And yet, for more than a decade now every time he heard those words, Beauvoir’s heart leapt. And raced. And even danced a little. Not with joy at the knowledge of a terrible and premature death. But knowing he and the Chief and others would be on the trail again.Jean-Guy Beauvoir loved his job. But now, for the first time, he looked into the kitchen, and saw Annie standing in the doorway. Watching him.And he realized, with surprise, that he now loved something more.Grabbing his notebook he sat on Annie’s sofa and took down the details. When he finished he looked at what he’d written.“Holy shit,” he whispered.“At the very least,” agreed Chief Inspector Gamache. “Can you make arrangements, please? And just the two of us for now. We’ll pick up a local Sûreté agent when we arrive.”“Inspector Lacoste? Should she come? Just to organize the Scene of Crime team and leave?”Chief Inspector Gamache didn’t hesitate. “No.” He gave a small laugh. “We’re the Scene of Crime team, I’m afraid. Hope you remember how to do it.”“I’ll bring the Hoover.”“Bon. I’ve already packed my magnifying glass.” There was a pause and a more somber voice came down the line. “We need to get there quickly, Jean-Guy.”“D’accord. I’ll make a few calls and pick you up in fifteen minutes.”“Fifteen? All the way from downtown?”Beauvoir felt the world stop for a moment. His small apartment was in downtown Montréal, but Annie’s was in the Plateau Mont Royal quartier, a few blocks from her parents’ home in Outremont. “It’s a Saturday. Not much traffic.”Gamache laughed. “Since when did you become an optimist? I’ll be waiting, whenever you arrive.”“I’ll hurry.”And he did, placing calls, issuing orders, organizing. Then he threw a few clothes into an overnight bag.“That’s a lot of underwear,” said Annie, sitting on the bed. “Are you planning to be gone long?” Her voice was light, but her manner wasn’t.“Well, you know me,” he said, turning from her to slip his gun into its holder. She knew he had it, but didn’t like to actually see it. Even for a woman who cherished reality, this was far too real. “Without benefit of plunger I might need more tighty whities.”She laughed, and he was glad.At the door he stopped and lowered his case to the ground.“Je t’aime,” he whispered into her ear, as he held her.“Je t’aime,” she whispered into his ear. “Look after yourself,” she said, as they parted. And then, as he was halfway down the steps she called, “And please, look after my father.”“I will. I promise.”Once he was gone and she could no longer see the back of his car, Annie Gamache closed the door and held her hand to her chest.She wondered if this was how her mother had felt, for all those years.How her mother felt at that very moment. Was she too leaning against the door, having watched her heart leave? Having let it go.Then Annie walked over to the bookcases lining her living room. After a few minutes she found what she was looking for. The bible her parents had given her, when she’d been baptized. For people who didn’t attend church, they still followed the rituals.And she knew when she had children she’d want them baptized too. She and Jean-Guy would present them with their own white bibles, with their names and baptism dates inscribed.She looked at the thick first page. Sure enough, there was her name. Anne Daphné Gamache. And a date. In her mother’s hand. But instead of a cross underneath her name her parents had drawn two little hearts.Then Annie sat on the sofa and sipping the now cool café she flipped through the unfamiliar book until she found it.Matthew 10:36.“And a man’s foes,” she read out loud, “shall be they of his own household.”THE BEAUTIFUL MYSTERY. Copyright 2012 by Three Pines Creations, Inc.

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The brilliant new novel in the New York Times bestselling series by Louise Penny, one of the most acclaimed crime writers of our timeNo outsiders are ever admitted to the monastery of Saint-Gilbert-Entre-les-Loups, hidden deep in the wilderness of Quebec, where two dozen cloistered monks live in peace and prayer. They grow vegetables, they tend chickens, they make chocolate. And they sing. Ironically, for a community that has taken a vow of silence, the monks have become world-famous for their glorious voices, raised in ancient chants whose effect on both singer and listener is so profound it is known as "the beautiful mystery."But when the renowned choir director is murdered, the lock on the monastery's massive wooden door is drawn back to admit Chief Inspector Armand Gamache and Jean-Guy Beauvoir of the Sûreté du Québec. There they discover disquiet beneath the silence, discord in the apparent harmony. One of the brothers, in this life of prayer and contemplation, has been contemplating murder. As the peace of the monastery crumbles, Gamache is forced to confront some of his own demons, as well as those roaming the remote corridors. Before finding the killer, before restoring peace, the Chief must first consider the divine, the human, and the cracks in between.

Editorial Reviews

Agatha Award Winner, Best Novel 2012Publishers Weekly Best Summer Book of 2012Booklist's Top Ten Crime Novels for 2012Macavity Award Finalist for Best Novel 2012Anthony Award finalist for Best Novel 2012"With enormous empathy for the troubled human soul--and an ending that makes your blood race and your heart break--Penny continues to raise the bar of her splendid series." -People Magazine (4 out 4 stars)"Penny writes with grace and intelligence about complex people struggling with complex emotions. But her great gift is her uncanny ability to describe what might seem indescribable - the play of light, the sound of celestial music, a quiet sense of peace." -Marilyn Stasio, New York Times Book Review "Gorgeous writing.fresh and fully realized." -The Washington Post "For the reader, meanwhile, there's a final beautiful mystery to contemplate: How does Penny consistently write such luminous and compassionate books?" -The Seattle Times "It's a stirring, thought- provoking read, less a matter of whodunit than a relentless questioning of why any of us do anything. The Beautiful Mystery satisfies as a mystery, and stands as a powerful literary novel in its own right, regardless of whether one has read the previous seven novels in the series." -Margaret Cannon, The Globe and Mail "Penny, the author, meets the challenge of setting a death in an utterly exotic location and then making the mystery and investigation just as enthralling. Never mind the side plot, a romance between the detective and his boss's daughter that seems too perfect to believe. This is mystery writing at its best, a novel in which everything - the crime, the characters, the setting, the plot - pulls the reader to the final pages." -Christian Science Monitor "Penny shows us the joy of the cloistered life as surely as she has shown us the joy of village life.for fans of the series, the resulting bombshell in the characters' lives is as much like murder as anything ever delivered by a blunt instrument." -The Charlotte Observer and Raleigh News & Observer (Salem Macknee) "Powerful. the road to the finale is the stuff of grand suspense." -Toronto Star"With The Beautiful Mystery, there's no longer any doubt: Penny is Canada's best contemporary crime writer, among the best in the world, and one of our best writers, period." -Winnipeg Free Press "Penny - who melds prose at once expressive and restrained with a keen understanding of human emotions - creates a novel that earns its title, a book that shines with the grace and compassion that stamp her work." -Richmond Times Dispatch "If it's possible for Penny to outdo herself, she has accomplished it.In The Beautiful Mystery, she casts the meditative spell of Plainchant on the human spirit. With riveting suspense to the very last paragraph, Penny weaves a deepening web of intrigue as the two men battle their inner demons in the cloistered community, while the all-too-worldly politics of the religious community penetrates even the deep forests of Quebec Province." -BookReporter "Gamache and Beauvoir play off one another brilliantly, offering a stirring point/counterpoint with regard to the spiritual and secular issues that have become such an element of modern life." -BookPage, Top Pick in Mystery"Louise Penny has crafted an almost perfect crime-haunting, puzzling, brilliant and indeed a most beautiful mystery. Chief Inspector Gamache is one of my favorite characters in fiction. Here he must penetrate a cloistered monastery deep in the northern woods of Quebec, where a murdered monk is his ticket to get in. This is a tour-de-force for Penny, and a thrilling, intelligent read."-Linda Fairstein"A. Ma. Zing! A remarkably courageous-and very beautiful-book that leaps the abyss between faith and despair." -Diana Gabaldon"Elliptical and often oracular. also remarkably penetrating and humane. The most illuminating analogies are not to other contemporary detective fiction but to The Name of the Rose and Murder in the Cathedral." -Kirkus Reviews"An entire mystery novel centering on Gregorian chants (whose curiously hypnotic allure is called the "beautiful mystery")? Yes, indeed, and in the hands of the masterful Penny, the topic proves every bit as able to transfix readers as the chants do their listeners." -Booklist (starred review)"Elegant. This heart-rending tale is a marvelous addition to Penny's acclaimed series. Fans won't be disappointed." -Library Journal (starred review)"Traditional mystery fans can look forward to a captivating whodunit plot, a clever fair-play clue concealed in plain view, and the deft use of humor to lighten the story's dark patches. On a deeper level, the crime provides a means for Penny's unusually empathic, all-too-fallible lead to unearth truths about human passions and weaknesses while avoiding simple answers." -Publishers Weekly (starred review)