A vortex of a book! The twists and turns and reveals and dark secrets - I'm spinning! Without reservation, I recommend this book as the best mystery I've read this year! Terrific, well-done, exciting read, despite the horror, death and destruction without a lot of resolution...because it's, you know, New York.
Timothy Wilde, I love you. I want to be your woman. Poor man. I'm a sucker for a guy who is so tough, he's willing to fight 50 men by himself, even though he knows he's going to die, in trying to stop a black man from being burned at the stake. Also he is a lion when it comes to saving the lives of children forced into prostitution, refusing to let the case go when ordered to do so by his boss. But I think you have been fated to never get the woman you really want, or to save the people you love. Emo angst is going to be your hellish life forever. Love you!
To my eternal shame, I want your brother Valentine even more. (writhing with self-loathing)
Ahem.
Before you get the wrong idea, this is a historical fiction and dark detective mystery. It's set in 1845 Manhattan, and the detail and realistic depiction of the poverty, topography and politics indicates impressive research. It's a rowdy era to be in New York, but in a bad way. Apparently, this is a time when within a decade, the population of New York City went from 50,000 to 500,000. Among the desperate immigrants that made NYC their new home were the starving Irish, fleeing a potato blight and, I hesitate to say because overall I admire our British friends, the heavy boot of oppression (my observation only, the author mentions only the potato crop failure). The Irish were a big part of politics and religion struggles during this period, with the Whigs and Democrats fighting for control of the city. Law and order did not exist, so various interest groups pulled together and hired thugs as private and quasi-public police forces, with bribery and politics being used as the primary job qualifications. The same movers and shakers were also building a fire fighting department, often using the same thugs they hired for police and elections.
There isn't much here if you were looking for an upper crust society, tea and cake luncheons, or a middle-class building America story. This is a gritty, physically abused society from the top on down, where hunger, poverty, and no education was common. People literally lived in their own fecal waste, and children ran away, or were thrown out, when they were only 9 years old and no one cared. Brothels, booze holes, morphine dens, and 16-hour work-days (when there was work) was the normal. Besides the usual predatory human behaviors to worry about, fires that burned down many blocks of the city were common. Although this is the fictional setting Faye plays out her story, it was by no means a fictional world, but real at one time.
I loved the characters, who are strongly outlined and who must either take a stand and maybe die or drown in misery and self-hate and hopelessness. This is not a cliche, but something impossible to avoid in a society of life and death struggles everyday. Most survive with compromises, some find a way to live and forgive themselves for what they must do, many torment themselves with sorrow, and some thrive with unashamed love of the horror. All are here. It's not a nuanced world.