The old trick of splitting a central character into two very different parts and using the tension to create literary sparks has worked for writers as diverse as Rex Stout (Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin) and Patrick O'Brian (Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin).

Nobody in the mystery field does it better these days than Hill, whose down-and-dirty Inspector Dalziel (pronounced Dah-eel in the A&E TV series) jigs and jousts wonderfully with his smart, sensitive sidekick Pascoe.

Their latest outing is one of the best in the series, with Pascoe digging up some old bones and family secrets from his own past

A ravaged wood, a man in uniform long dead -- this is not a World War One battlefield, but Wanwood House, a pharmaceutical research centre. Peter Pascoe attends his grandmother's funeral, and scattering her ashes leads him too into wartorn woods in search of his great-grandfather who fought and died in Passchendaele. Seeing the wood for the trees is the problem for Andy Dalziel when he finds himself fancying an animal rights activist, depite her possible complicity in a murderous assault and her appalling taste in whisky. A mind-bending puzzle leading us on the wild side of the pastoral.

Convoluted story line, shifting between the first world war and the present day, mixed in with desertion, cowardice, and bent ex coppers being involved in animal experiments. I found this to be a so-so story, and not in a rush to read another ( )

Following his grandmother’s death, Chief Inspector Pascoe is looking for a place to scatter her ashes according to her instructions; a difficult task as the place she wanted them to go doesn’t exist anymore. Furthermore, she has left behind her father’s journals, describing his life during World War I, which lead Pascoe to an unexpected piece of family history. Meantime, Superintendent Dalziel is attracted to a woman who may or may not be involved in several animal liberation actions, one of which resulted in the death of a young security guard, and Sergeant Wield is coming to terms with the idea that he might finally be happy…. I read "The Wood Beyond" immediately after finishing the previous novel in the series, "Pictures of Perfection," mostly because I wanted to know what happened with Sergeant Wield, but also because I’m enjoying Mr. Hill’s writing more and more, as I get further into these books. Great stuff; recommended! ( )

These days, I get the feeling that I'm reading Dalziel and Pascoe mysteries just for the characters. I love the contrast of their personalities and family lives and their interactions with the entire CID team as they solve cases. The cases themselves, though, have left me feeling so muddled that I just plod along through the story, chuckling at the dialogue and waiting for the "all will be revealed" chapters at the end. It's frustrating because Hill writes well and often has interesting frame stories or underlying plots: in this case, World War One and the battle of Passchendaele. I guess I will keep visiting my favourite Yorkshire detectives, but I won't be keeping the books on the shelves permanently. ( )

Although this is the 15th book in the series, this is the first one I have read, but I watched the TV series so had some idea of the characters. I wasn't sure at first if I liked it, but the story drew me in, especially the parallel historical story of Pascoe's great grandfather in WW I. The modern mystery was also intriguing, with ties to the past, and involving drug companies and animal rights protesters. I plan to read the other books in the series that the library still has on its shelves. The best part is the excellent portrayal of the very human characters in the story. ( )

Reginald Hill continues to amaze me. The Wood Beyond is truly wonderful. This is startling because Hill writes thrillers under the pseudonym of Patrick Rule that are just not terribly interesting. The Wood Beyond concerns a group of animal rights activists who discover a body while on a nocturnal visit to an animal experimentation laboratory. The leader of the group, Cap Marvel, a woman to warm the heart if not the cockles of Andy Dalziel, and built with peaks resembling a famous mountain range, invites Andy over for lunch. She admires his efficient technique: “There was no impression of gluttony, no overfilling of or over-spilling from the mouth which would indeed have been difficult given the cetacean dimension of that maw, just a simple procession of food through the marble portals of his teeth, short rhythmic manduca­tion, and a quick swallow which hardly registered on the massy column of his esophagus. The pie vanished save for the small wedge she had taken.” “He said, ‘You going to eat or just watch?’ “She began to nibble at the pastry crust, still observing with awe as he split one of the baguettes in half, expertly lined it with cheese, crisps, salad, and pickled onions, replaced the lid, and holding the esculent torpedo in both hands, raised it to his lips.”

It gets better yet. Cap goes on to decipher the origin of her nickname “Cap.” Andy explains why he doesn't want to be informal. “Ah well, I try not to get too friendly wi’ folk I might have to bang up.” She replies, “I take it your idiom is penal rather than penile, Superintendent?”

A subplot concerns Pascoe’s grandmother’s funeral. She had always wanted her ashes buried or scattered around the military outfit her husband had belonged to when he was killed during the First World War. A chance encounter with the custodian of the regimental history reveals that his grandfather had been shot for cowardice. Pascoe digs deeper and soon many names begin to surface. All is not what it seems. ( )