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Review | I was surprised to see this make it to the “best of” finalists in the mystery genre for 2021. Granted, it’s been a barren year in terms of blockbusters, but there are so many contenders more worthy of the honor. Alex Michaelides begins with a storyline created, it would appear, as a way to showcase his extensive knowledge of Greek tragedy through contrived allusions. Unfortunately, while he may be well-schooled re: the “classics” (by both the general and conventional definitions), he fails to transfer that to a plot that is either accessible or engaging. For those familiar with the Greek literature referenced, the book is monotonous and moves at a snail’s pace. For those without that background, the whole thing reads as an exercise in author arrogance. From Fosco to Mariana, Fred to Zoe, each character lays flat on the page, never emerging as personalities worthy of a read. They behave in ways that directly contradict the personas initially crafted, giving the reader little chance to become invested in any of them before they change direction. They also fumble about in ridiculous scenarios, clearly designed to be red herrings that, well….just aren’t. Anyone who has read myriad examples of the genre will have the murderer pegged in short shrift, making the entire book an exercise in futility. In the end, I was left with the impression that the author had written what he had hoped to be a high brow mystery that ended up as little more than a dime store paperback. Was it the worst of the year? Certainly not. It was also far from even the mediocre. |
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