I'm a simple girl to please; give me a book where a group of five or six people (four's a double date and seven's a crowd, so that's out of the question) talk to death about some very niche but damn pretentious academic topic while getting high as a kite and sleeping with each other, and there's murder at the end that you get told about in the beginning, and I'll give you my heart, no questions asked.
For someone without a college degree (I'm still in high school), I sure do love those college talks.
On a scale from "This is The Secret History Reincarnated" to "Wow, The Author Really Likes It Vague", this one veers towards the former, with a group of highly privileged Cambridge students with a maniacal genius as their leader, and an outsider "everyman" as our narrator, as a conduit to their world. Oscar is a young caretaker at a hospice who, one day, gets enchanted by the melody of organ music coming from a church, and subsequently meets the beautiful and enigmatic college student Iris inside. There is a bit of love at first sight, and as the boyfriend of Iris, Oscar gets invited into the close-knit circle of their friends, with Eden's demure girlfriend Jane, Chinese Canadian Yin, German Marcus, and, of course, the highly misanthropic yet alluring Eden, the organ player, and Iris' brother.
I must admit, Benjamin Wood didn't just give us a maniacal genius as the leader of the group, he went one step further and turned Eden into a cult guru in making who goes totally bananas by the end. The central point of the novel is Eden's obsession with music, and his deep belief that music can cure just about any disease: fractured bones, terminal tumours, stabbed hands, you name it. The rest of the group are forced to accept his hypothesis when it actually starts to work, and Eden decides to cure a much-celebrated psychiatrist from brain cancer, who also happens to be the last hope of Iris for treating her sibling's troubling narcissism.
What I loved the most about this novel was the subject matter. You have to give credit to the author for coming up with a plot as ludicrous as this. Eden's obsessive research was well fleshed out, meaning I didn't have to do too much Google work to be able to take things into my brain. Benjamin Wood's writing is apt for a novel of this calibre, and Oscar Lowe, though not equal to mon amour Richard Papen, was adequate as a narrator. Now that I call him a narrator, the book isn't actually narrated by Oscar, but told from his perspective. An interesting choice for a wannabe The Secret History book, if you ask me.
Where the book didn't work, unfortunately, was giving the rest of the cast of characters three dimensions; Eden takes up the entirety of the book, leaving very little space for others. Jane and Iris could've been written in a better way, and Marcus and Yin were simply there to amp up the numbers; they didn't add anything to the table. Similarly, the relationship between Oscar and Iris—a pivotal point, no doubt—wasn't that credible. I loved Eden's unhinged charisma—such an oxymoron, I know—but that too, unfortunately, wasn't enough to make its mark among the plethora of The Secret History Retellings.
Three point five stars, rounded down.
TL;DR:- The Secret History, but make it British and Henry an apeshit crazy music lover this time.