Showing posts with label mystery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mystery. Show all posts

Monday, March 21, 2022

Micro Mention "So Cold the River"

Michael Koryta


"So Cold the River," by Michael Koryta is a ghost story that is also a bit of a mystery, but the thing that impressed me the most about this novel was his descriptions of the West Baden hotel, which is a real place, and you should look it up.

If you go in for the audiobook version, I feel the little sound effect touches and musical flourishes are really well done. It's one of my favorite things about audiobooks and this one specifically.

There is a moment that snapped my suspension of disbelief, though, in this novel. A character is thrown from a moving vehicle, breaks her collar bone, and then like an hour later in the story, is performing CPR on someone. So, no, that's not a thing. Chest compressions are hard—like you've got to break someone's ribs to do it right—hard. If you've got a broken collar bone, I don't care how tough you are; you aren't pulling that off. 




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Monday, November 29, 2021

Micro Mention "The Keeper of the East Bluff Light"

Kevin Parham


Kevin Parham’s “The Keeper of the East Bluff Light” is a neat mystery with some sci-fi elements mixed in there. People are dying on Emerald Island, and somehow the East Bluff Lighthouse is involved—but how?

Like I said in my full review, Parham’s story often feels like several related stories strung together, but his attention to detail in each section of the novel is admirable. There are a lot of uncommon touches that he weaves into the narrative of this mystery that makes it feel genuine. Minus the more science fiction elements, of course, but I love sci-fi, so I’d never harp on that.



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Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Micro Mention "Rising Sun"

Michael Crichton


"Rising Sun" by Michael Crichton is a slog. It is superficially a murder mystery, but in reality, it's just a shrill economic scree about the Japanese usurping America economically in the '90s. Published during Japan's lost decade, I've never seen someone ending up so spectacularly wrong.

I talk about this more in my full review of this book, but it really is its defining feature. What Crichton was after, in my opinion, was to use fiction as a metaphor for a problem he thought he saw that wasn't being taken seriously enough. Then he'd seem like a wise prognosticator.

What happened, as its assumptions washed away like a sandcastle at high tide, is this book becomes less clarion call and more panicky pandering to the worst of human impulses, the reflexive hate of the other.



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Friday, August 27, 2021

"Rising Sun" by Michael Crichton--Fiction Review

Today we’re going to talk about Michael Crichton’s novel “Rising Sun,” which isn’t his most memorable novel, and there’s a reason for that. But then again, it was also made into a thoroughly dull movie, too—so there’s that.


Michael Crichton


***The Non-Spoiler part of this review*** 


What I love about this book:

As a writer, I like Michael Crichton, even though I suspect we wouldn’t be aligned politically speaking after reading this novel. He’s one of those writers that is surprisingly everywhere, in books, shows, movies—and everything he touched creatively has a certain amount of charm and style. This book has those touches as well. 

Crichton did not shrink from doing his research, which is commendable, and he always sounds like he knows what he’s talking about. Characters don’t just “talk” in Japanese, and we get in English what they said—some characters literally speak in Japanese. Helpfully there is always a bilingual character around explaining what was said to another character who doesn’t speak Japanese, keeping the audience clued in. 

Also, in the vein of research, Crichton can pull out some genuinely arcane factoids and pieces of trade law, treaties, Japanese lore/custom, and technical specifications of what was high technology at the time. So, a lot of thought, planning, and organization clearly went into crafting this novel’s world—which, yes, is contemporary America in the 90s. Still, he renders it with incredibly high fidelity.


What I don’t love about this book:

All that excellent background information and world-building I talked about in the “what I love” section gets paired with a murder mystery plot that is genuinely uninspired. I figured out who the murderer was thirty seconds after meeting that character.  

“Rising Sun” at best can be described as a wrong-headed view on the reality of the geopolitical struggles between the United States and Japan during the 1990s, two countries that were allies at the time and still are currently. At worst—it’s an anti-Japanese racist screed that barely has a murder mystery plot stretched over it as a canvas.

Characters with minimal prompting stop the flow of the narrative to launch into soliloquies about how the Japanese are taking over everything and will soon own the United States. Nobody is too terribly interested in the murder mystery, including the people investigating it, which is ostensibly the center of this book’s plot.



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The quick and dirty synopsis:

LAPD Lieutenant, Peter Smith, who works as a newly appointed Japanese liaison officer in the LAPD, is at home at the novel’s beginning—studying the Japanese language. He gets a call about an incident at the Nakomoto Tower, owned by the Japanese company Nakomoto, which has a major presence in LA. There has been a murder of a young American model.  It took place in the building while a big gala is being thrown this evening by Nakomoto—very embarrassing. Smith’s superiors suggest he take Captain John Connor with him, who, while not liked in the department, has a lot of experience with the Japanese.

Monday, July 12, 2021

Micro Mention "Private"

James Patterson


"Private" by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro is a fast-paced whodunit that is a popcorn kind of story. To me, the most fantastical part is the firm Private itself, a multi-million dollar PI business? I mean, I guess they exist—I'm just so used to the broke PI chasing that next dollar.

This is one of those books I wouldn't normally have picked out for myself, but I read James Patterson's books because a friend of mine enjoys his work. And—I have to say—over time, I've learned to appreciate Patterson's appeal. Part of my journey as a reader has been learning what other people like, and I love learning new perspectives and broadening my horizons. 



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Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Micro Mention "The Force"

Don Winslow


If he had just predicted the pandemic, Don Winslow might have been a prophet with this book, “The Force.” The sheer passion and drive in this novel is like a clenched fist, nails driving into the palms until blood is drawn.

This book is all momentum and the characters in it never stop unless they're stopped, and that's always violent. Winslow captures the whole tension with policing in America right now and renders it in vibrant jagged relief for us as the reader. To sum it up, it's a very aptly named novel about corrupt cops.

If you'd like to read my full review of it, you can find it here.


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Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Micro Mention "The Good Girl"

Mary Kubica


“The Good Girl” by Mary Kubica is one of those psychological thrillers that, while it can be uncomfortable at times, once you start, you need to know how it turns out.

For me, no matter how you frame a story that involves a kind of Stockholm syndrome as a central element, I'm creeped out by that story. So if the goal is to get me to emotionally bond with the hostage-taker like the victim, to vicariously live out that experience, that effect has never worked on me yet. Without spoiling too much here, to be frank, it didn't work on me in this either, even after the final big reveal.


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Friday, March 12, 2021

"Keeper of the East Bluff Light," by Kevin Parham--Fiction Review

For today’s review, we’re heading to Emerald Island for a murder mystery involving a lighthouse by Kevin Parham called “Keeper of the East Bluff Light.” 


Kevin Parham


***The Non-Spoiler part of this review***


What I love about this book:

I like the setting of this story since I’m a fan of nautical and seaside stories. Having worked on riverboats myself, while I never worked on ocean-faring vessels, I enjoy stories about sailors. The lighthouse was interesting as well, and I enjoyed the bits about what being a lighthouse keeper entails, especially over generations of time. 

At the end of the narrative, in this story’s legal portion—while not an exhaustively precise take on a criminal court case—it’s still next level sublime. Little touches like knowing about the hearsay rule exceptions show an uncommon level of knowledge and care for authenticity.

In fact, one of Parham’s greatest skills as an author for me is his attention to little details, be they historical, situational, or occupational in nature. At the beginning of the story, he captures that gut-wrenching feeling anyone who has worked on the water knows. It’s when the weather unexpectantly changes, and the whole character of the water transforms in moments. 

Parham has the steeled nerves to tell a story that doesn’t pull punches on characters even though they might be likable. This can be hard to remain objective on—most people aren’t too keen on making their heroes suffer. I do, however, feel that this good storytelling impulse did lead him to make at least one overcorrection, which didn’t make sense to me though. 


What I don’t love about this book:

This story’s focus lacks a center, other than the lighthouse itself, which causes it to feel like a series of short stories tenuously related. Writing a story without a single protagonist is a valid artistic choice, but it means that the non-character elements need to go above and beyond, and I didn’t feel that they did.

Each third of the novel reads like a completely different novel from another genre. That alone would be an ambitious feat to pull off, but it’s hampered here because the cast of characters tends to change with each phase. The characters retained between phases rise and fall in relevance to the story being told at the moment.

There are at least three occasions within this story where my suspension of disbelief snapped, and I didn’t feel that the story logically flowed. To be fair, though, at least one of these was partly due to a miss-read on my part, which I’ll explain further down in the spoiler section.     



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The quick and dirty synopsis:

First, we’re introduced to the erstwhile captain Samuel Biggs who serves as the protagonist for the first third of the story. He’s being informed by the Coast Guard inspector Jones that they are looking into what, if any, involvement the lighthouse Sam keeps had in a recent naval accident. 

Friday, December 18, 2020

"The Force," by Don Winslow--Fiction Review

For today’s review, let’s talk about something soothing—just kidding, let’s dive into Don Winslow’s ultra fast-paced crime thriller “The Force.”


Don Winslow


***The Non-Spoiler part of this review***


What I love about this book:

There is an energy to Winslow’s writing, a momentum that doesn’t just propel you forward through the plot of this novel, but rather it feels like it flings you bodily. It’s in everything, in the punchiness of the writing, the structure of the story, the settings described, and especially in the manic characters who inhabit Winslow’s version of New York. I found myself still thinking of this book days after having finished it.

I like that this story isn’t a rehashing of the concept of watching the main character struggle with the best intentions but gets corrupted by certain choices and circumstances. No, that shit is all in the past—Detective Malone and his crew are dirty cops from page one. And right there, on that first page, is where the crumbling of their world starts to crescendo—implied by the first sentence! The pacing from there only barely takes little breathers, and sometimes I like an ultra fast-paced narrative. I like this book for that.

With this subgenre of police thriller/suspense, the world’s authenticity and believability are the book’s lifeblood, and Winslow doesn’t disappoint in that regard. In fact, with everything going on with protests and whatnot, I’ve said before that if Winslow had just managed to predict a global pandemic in the next few years when this book came out in 2017, he’d be a god damn prophet. So it feels believable.


What I don’t love about this book:

I don’t like Detective Denny Malone. I know, weird thing to say about a story I said I like that pivots around the character of Denny Malone. He’s vital for this story’s narrative—no argument there—but I still don’t like him. It’s not that I can’t stomach a protagonist who is a bad person. After all, I thoroughly enjoyed “The Godfather,” which I’ve seen this book described as “The Godfather” for corrupt cops. What I don’t like are characters who delude themselves into thinking of themselves as somehow justified, especially people in positions of power within society—like corrupt cops.

Speaking as a liberal snowflake myself—in more than one way given my lily-white complexion—this was an incredibly awkward book to listen to right now. I’ll give you an example, but first, as you might have read before in my earlier reviews, I’m an audiobook person. That’s important to my story. Quick aside, Dion Graham did an amazing job narrating. Anyway, back to the story, whilst grocery shopping, I listened to this book, on high, because grocery stores are noisy places. This means that if you are, say, in the same aisle as me, you might hear my audiobook blasting in my head. Especially when Dion Graham starts scream-singing “F the Police,” not that song’s actual title, by N.W.A. because that’s what the characters are doing in the story—looks were had.

But other than that, it’s just an odd book—a perspective from corrupt cops—to be reading while the public eye intensely focuses on how there is a problem with policing in America. It’s uncomfortable, and I don’t love feeling uncomfortable. I think that’s Winslow’s point though, there IS a problem, and we SHOULD feel uncomfortable. He uses his deeply flawed characters to illuminate those problems through their eyes.



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***The Spoiler part of this review***
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The quick and dirty synopsis:

Like I said above, right off, we’re told that Detective Denny Malone is a corrupt cop, and other authorities than himself have just caught up with him.

Friday, September 25, 2020

"The Ark," by Patrick S. Tomlinson--Fiction Review

Today we’re going to escape Earth for a new beginning in a new solar system—sounds pretty good given everything going on right now—in this science fiction/detective mystery “The Ark” by Patrick S. Tomlinson. Don’t worry—people are still shitty generations later and in space.


Patrick S. Tomlinson


***The Non-Spoiler part of this review***


What I love about this book:

It’s an interesting concept because the plot is essentially a murder mystery baked into a science fiction setting. You might think that blending the two genres might weaken both elements, but Tomlinson has the chops to do both justice.

I was pleasantly surprised that “The Ark” is pretty consistently hard science fiction despite having one of those high-concepts that could easily shift into soft science fiction. You’d think a murder mystery in space would be more focused on the more psychological elements, typical of crime fiction, and shared by soft science fiction. Tomlinson does address the psychological motives, so it isn’t unaddressed, but he also never takes his hand off the wheel when describing the science and engineering behind “The Ark.”

 
What I don’t love about this book:

Our main character, Benson, for the most part, is a likable gumshoe to be following around, but his follow-through feels inconsistent to me at times. So when they discover the body of a murdered crew member, floating out in space outside of the ship, he personally goes out in a maintenance pod to retrieve it. Then there is the bit where he alienates the owner of his favorite restaurant and another time where he storms onto the bridge to demand answers from the captain, to get the truth, damn it! So you’d think, this here is a guy that will do anything to get the job done right. Except he also sleeps with his girlfriend at a crime scene. Then there is the time he calls off a manhunt half-way through because, eh, he doesn’t feel like they’re going to find anything.


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***The Spoiler part of this review***
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The quick and dirty synopsis:

So the story begins with Benson at a sports event. It’s a game called zero played at—you guessed it—zero gravity. Benson is a big fan because he used to be a captain of one of the teams when he was younger and before he was a cop. Now, he’s “chief,” such as it is of his own police department on his side of the Ark, the great generation starship humanity created to save a select few and find a new homeworld when Earth was destroyed.

Friday, August 14, 2020

"A Study in Scarlet," by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle--Fiction Review

For this Friday, my obscure gumshoes, we’re dusting off our magnifying glasses and deerstalker caps and heading back to the end of the 1800s with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s “A Study in Scarlet” the story that introduced us to the legendary Sherlock Holmes. 

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle


***The Non-Spoiler part of this review***


What I love about this book:

“A Study in Scarlet” is the classic story that introduces the archetypical detective. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes wasn’t the first detective in classic fiction. Edgar Allan Poe may have done that with his C. Auguste Dupin before there was a word for “detective”—but all the same, I’d argue Sherlock Holmes is the one whose larger than life persona shades all others. A lot of the reason for this, I feel, is because Holmes is such an eccentric character, which is why we keep remaking movies and tv shows about the character. In his first appearance with this novel, he doesn’t disappoint in being the full-fledged weird know-it-all he’s consistently portrayed as throughout the generations—and I’ve always loved this oddball coke addict.

I should reveal now that, no, I can never figure out any of these mysteries before the solution is revealed. Nor would I want to, I imagine, if I can figure it out, it would take away the mystique of the character.  


What I don’t love about this book:

There is a hard shift in part two of this book to a story about the American west, and the founding of Salt Lake City, and Mormons—and honestly, I thought I was suddenly reading something else, the break in narrative flow is that extreme. It circles back to London, and Baker’s Street, and Sherlock Holmes after a while, but it isn’t a short interlude this whole sordid Mormons tale. It’s a significant component of “A Study In Scarlet” and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle—doesn’t feel right to me to call him anything other than his full name—does eventually explain through the narrative when we do return to London with Holmes and Watson. The device is to tell who the murderer was and why he murdered his victims. Still, I don’t really like it because it makes the narrative seem to become a completely different story, and if you’re not prepared for it, the whole experience is jarring.   


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Friday, June 12, 2020

"Down the River unto the Sea," by Walter Mosley--Fiction Review

It’s Friday gumshoes, and today’s review is of a noir-style detective mystery, “Down the River unto the Sea” by Walter Mosley.  

Walter Mosley


***The Non-Spoiler part of this review***


What I love about this book:

First, the gritty uncompromising detail of this novel, it’s a noir-style mystery, so that’s appropriate. Also, the main character, Joe King Oliver, who was formerly NYPD and was framed and disgraced by dirty cops in the department and sent to Rikers Island, has the added dimension of being an ex-cop in prison and being black. So it doesn’t go well—would be a massive understatement. Mosley captures the horrors of being a black man on the wrong side of the law and the unique terror of being simultaneously a fallen paragon of said law.

It’s no secret here if you’re a return reader of this blog, but I’m a big audiobook fan. So a big reason I like this book is that the narrator, Dion Graham, perfectly captures the voice of the world-weary PI. Something about his performance makes Walter Mosley’s already polished but blunt—straightforward but educated—prose sparkle. There is a quality to the writing that without coming right out and saying it, that this is what the real lived-in world is like, and it sweeps you up in its narrative and doesn’t stop until it’s over.     

There are references to jazz, and Thelonious Monk in the narrative, which are appropriate because if a book could capture the spirit of a jazzy improvisational style without being a book specifically about jazz music—it’s this one. Mosley’s writing above all else to me is musical, lyrical even. 


What I don’t love about this book:

A lot of criminal mystery novel clichés are packed into this plot. The twists and turns in the plot are all rote and barely caused me anything resembling shock. I don’t want to give you the wrong impression, and this doesn’t make it a bad novel, it’s just a little predictable. 

You know how I just said this novel two paragraphs ago, captures the spirit of jazzy improvisation? Yeah, I meant that purely in how Mosley writes, the actual writing stylistically ebbs and flows, changes, and experiments. The plotting doesn’t do that. Nearly every chapter of the book has a sandwich quality. What I mean by this is: the critical information comes at the beginnings and ends of each chapter. The in-between bits are where the character work happens, which is enjoyable, since Mosley’s characters are all flawed, and interesting, multifaceted people.

There is one thing though about the main character that I don’t like: he has a troublesome relationship with women, in general. He doesn’t hate them or hit them, nothing like that, but you could say he loves them a little too much, which includes his daughter. Some of his comments and observations are creepy.    

Every time I read a detective mystery, or a police procedural, where there is someone seemingly in the inner circle of the detective who is probably a traitor, I play a game. And the game is called: is the traitor the detective's best friend/long time partner/trusted mentor?  
 

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Friday, February 21, 2020

"We Were Liars," by E. Lockhart--Fiction Review

This Friday, my dear internet strangers, we’re in for a sad one titled, “We Were Liars” by E. Lockhart.

It’s a teen/YA book about family, love gained and lost, and death…and rainbows—well, not that last part, but I thought I should inject some levity here. Like a clown, everyone loves clowns!

E. Lockhart


***The Non-Spoiler part of this review***


What I love about this book:

I was all prepared to not like this book, and it won me over. After all, it’s from the point of view of some rich white girl describing her trials and tribulations of her summers living on her waspy wealthy family’s private island off the coast of Martha’s Vineyard. So I was dismayed when Cadence and her cousins started worming their way past my thinky bits and into my feely bits. This might sound like a reason to not love this novel, but I hold it up as evidence of the author’s skill to get me to relate to characters I usually wouldn’t like.

This novel uses the unreliable narrator literary device in such a way that while early on, you’re kind of aware of it—the title talks about liars after all—but it’s still devastating when the grand illusion is shattered. I often reread novels, usually because I want to re-live a particular story, but there is no going backward with “We Were Liars” it’s impossible to have a similar experience the second read through. I recently reread this novel, marathoning it while I was bedridden and not feeling well—a state of being eerily similar to Cadence’s normal. So during that time, knowing the twists and turns, it was exquisitely evident to me that this book was designed to be a completely different story on subsequent read-throughs. This is a writing feat I find massively impressive.   


What I don’t love about this book:

Short chapters—I know it’s a weird thing to not like, but I typically read a lot of books simultaneously, and when one book has short chapters, it throws off my timing when I switch books. The whole story is from Cadence’s point of view as though she is writing the novel, so I found myself saying out loud a few times, “walking into a new god damn room doesn’t require a new chapter, Cady!” I know this is a little off-topic, but my ideal chapter takes fifteen to twenty-five minutes to read, and the sooner the rest of the world conforms to this—the better. In my own writing, I go the other way, rarely keeping to this rule, because my prolixness is unending, but this is a do as I say, not as I do sort of thing.


***The Spoiler part of this review***
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The quick and dirty synopsis:

This isn’t synopsis yet, and I know I just did my spoiler warning, but seriously, if you haven’t read this book yet, I’d go read it first before continuing. Once you know the ending, you can’t really see it any other way.

So for those of you still here—the book starts off with Cadence Sinclair Eastman, describing how her father left her and her “mummy” and then apparently shoots Cadence right in the chest with a handgun on the front lawn. Except that he didn’t. This is just a graphic metaphor Cadence uses to describe the feeling of him leaving. It’s also the first indication that Cady, as her family affectionately calls her, can be a bit light on the truth when she tells a story.

The story moves on to describing Cadence’s time living on her family’s private island during the summers, where she spent most of her time with her cousins close to her own age Johnny and Mirren, and eventually Johnny’s friend Gat, who is Indian. As the years go on, the four of them are inseparable during the summers and get a reputation for mischief amongst the family—hence the nickname the liars. Gat and Cady even fall into a young love romance, the kind which is all passion and nobody is entirely confident what the other person wants and so on.

Then during the summer, when they were fifteen, Cadence is in some sort of accident. The details are fuzzy to her because she has a form of amnesia, and is relating the events after the fact. Cadence doesn’t return to the island next year. Instead, she goes on an extended summer trip to Europe with her father, the guy who definitely didn’t shoot her at the beginning of the book. The journey doesn’t go exactly well, she misses the liars, and she still has crippling migraines related to her “accident.”  

The next year, Cady and her mother return to the island for the summer, her Grandfather’s house has been rebuilt as something new, and foreign to Cadence. Cady meets up with the rest of the liars at cuddledown—one of the houses on the island—and they resume their old life together, and Cadence finds she is still desperately in love with Gat. The rest of the family are living in the three other houses on the island, so Cady and the liars have plenty of time alone together at cuddledown.

The liars try to slowly help Cadence remember summer fifteen, throughout the summer, since she’s lost most of her memories of that whole summer and not just her accident. She gets bits and pieces, here and there as they hang out, in the house, on the beach, etc. Soon she realizes that the whole of summer fifteen wasn’t very good. Her mother and aunts got drunk and fought continuously that summer over their father, and their inheritance, and Cadence’s dead grandmother’s possessions.

It becomes clear to Cady that the family had been on the verge of breaking up during summer fifteen. The liars were being pitted against each other by their mothers, to try to win better terms in their Grandfather’s will. Gat was going to be sent away because Cadence’s Grandfather didn’t approve of her relationship with him for purely racist reasons, and everything was a mess.

Then Cadence realizes that her “accident” happened because of an ill-conceived attempt to save the family and get the aunts to stop fighting over their inheritance. The liars had decided to burn down Cady’s Grandfather’s house when everyone else was off the island. Then the first tragic revelation happens, Cadence realizes that when they did that, they accidentally killed her Grandfather’s dogs. Then the other shoe drops and Cadence realizes that the other liars also died in that fire, and she was the only survivor.

The book ends with Cadence talking to her liars, who have been dead for nearly all of the book, one last time. Then they swim off into the sunset, having done what they were there for, helping Cady remember and move past her survivor’s guilt.        

        
Analysis:

This book is many things, it’s romantic, and a family drama, but mainly it’s about power and how it can be illusory. Cadence’s Grandfather holds all the power in the family, and all of his daughters become pretty awful people trying to win his favor. This is what leads the liars to burn down his house, in a foolish attempt to seize power and save the family. In the end, all their righteous bravado was really idiocy masquerading as bravery—helped along by underage drinking—and all it led to was a tragedy.

After the revelation that Cadence’s cousins and Gat are dead, and have been for most of the book, everything before that moment is suddenly and violently reframed. It truly is worth going back and rereading the whole novel at that point because, like I said in the non-spoiler section of this review, it is an entirely different novel the second time. A whole bunch of weird conversations and unlikely events suddenly make sense, and understanding Cadence’s delusions enhance the tragedy of the entire experience.

A fascinating detail is the degradation of the cuddledown house as the story progresses because that house serves as the de facto base of the liars. As the plot marches along and toward the big revelation, cuddledown is described as becoming messier and messier. The first time reading it, I thought, wow, these kids are slobs, but after knowing that the liars are all dead save Cady, the mess suddenly makes a whole new terrible sense. It isn’t the messy clubhouse of four teenagers. It’s the trashed domain of one severely depressed young woman. When people are clinically depressed, it’s incredibly common for them to not clean up after themselves. This is one of those excellent set of details that reframes after you gain more information by progressing through the plot.

There is an argument to be made that cuddledown is haunted by the ghosts of the liars, especially because Cadence’s younger cousin Taft even claims to her that it’s haunted, and it’s more than implied he sees his dead sister there too. However, I think it’s more likely that he, like Cadence, is having a hard time reconciling her death and shares her delusions on some level.    


Parting thoughts:

I’m not super proud to admit this, but I never knew where Martha’s Vineyard was until I read this book, and I definitely didn’t realize it was an island. Certainly, I’d heard of the place many times in passing, but for some reason, I always associated it with Martha Stewart or sometimes as a place in California—both are equally stupid for different reasons.

Finally, this book was initially recommended to me by a friend after I had just finished reading, “The Road,” and one of the books in the Red Rising series, and I had expressed a desire for lighter emotional fare. She suggested this, proving she has just as sick a sense of humor as me. She claims she didn’t realize the context of her recommendation at the time, but I have my doubts. Regardless, I think it’s an excellent book, and you should read it too—but maybe not if you’re in the mood for a feel-good story.