We’re told “you can’t judge a book by its cover”.
Oh yes, you often can! In the case of this novel, with its deplorable digital design house, ‘50s “Vanity Faire, Atlantic or mainstream Southern society mag knockoff, middle-aged glam cover”, it is clear that the publisher had little hope for success beyond a modest second tier author run and thus, spent little on book jacket design.
And/or, this purposeful but cheap cover is aimed at a small cohort of middle-aged women readers who like cozy mysteries with a society twist. In any case a cover like this almost invariably drives me off! (and a lot of others, l’ll warrant, men and women alike).
However, like Poppy Brite’s funny, quirky, delightful “struggling New Orleans restauranteur” series - and a number of “old, eccentric but well respected bookseller“ mysteries, this novel has tremendous value-added to speak for it.
Like Ms. (Mr?) Brite’s great New Orleans “newcomers to the dirty, cutthroat, often politicized (restaurant) business” trio (or quartet?) of murder mysteries, this book tutors the reader in the arcane arts of finding, evaluating, *avoiding a ripoff*, and finally getting rid of a piece one has come to love (at least temporarily) at a reasonable (read “business sustaining”) profit.
Most of the old bookseller novels are just as good at drawing the reader, likely a bit of a book lover themselves, into the eccentric, secretive, closed world of old and rare (and simply, junk) book dealers.
Sorry, too much, lol. The foregoing is to say that I usually wouldn’t touch this kind of cozy mystery with its newly-divorced, middle-aged (but likeable) hero, who gets in over her head but deftly extracts herself from danger, solving crimes along the way, with the help of attractive male friends (who she isn’t sure how she feels about) - with a barge pole! Whew. Where’s an editor when you need one!
But, lo and behold, this is worth reading if you are at all interested in the prestigious, sometimes corrupt auction houses, often sleazy ma & pa antiques businesses, the carney-like antique malls and the rare experts in their coveted, specialized fields.
Oh yeah - and it’s surprisingly well written. Maybe 3.5 stars. I’m going to read number 2!