This was a delightful, fun read, though I agree with those who say there wasn’t much “mystery” in it. But that was more than made up for by the funny, spunky heroine Daisy, and her humorous, insightful stream-of-consciousness observations on her family, friends, clients, and 1920s Pasadena, California.
Daisy sort of accidentally landed in a career as a spiritualist, and now supports her family by reading cards and conducting seances for her wealthy clientele. It is interesting to witness her internal struggle with the changing morals of her time: Is spiritualism wrong? Not if you can help people by it. And anyway, she’s still a Christian, goes to church, and sings in the choir. Is divorce wrong? Not if you must rid yourself of an abusive, lecherous husband. How about women’s rights? She’s eager to vote for the first time, but these modern fashions! Women really should not wear their skirts so high, to just below the knee, or wear *gasp* hosiery! And what about homosexuality? She finds that confusing, but hey, her new-found chum Harold and his partner are great people, and she observes, “Shoot, life could be really interesting when you hung around with all sorts of different kinds of people.”
Most interesting is her take on her own profession, spiritualism. On the one hand, she knows she’s “conning” her clientele, because she fabricated this entire persona of “medium”, beginning when she first encountered a Ouija board at age ten, and adding to her acting repertoire since then. On the other hand, she sees what good she can do for people, comforting them by “contacting” their departed loved ones, especially those who died young in the Great War and the influenza epidemic.
And is spiritualism entirely a con? At one of her seances she notices, “I honestly felt some sort of new force in the room. ...Oddly enough, the force made me feel better. It was like a benevolent energy. I can’t really explain it, and I don’t expect anyone to believe me, but I swear that it might as well have been the spirit of Mrs. Lilley’s son arriving in order to console his mother.” And she comments later on, about her “spirit control”, Rolly: “I’ve always been grateful to Rolly for showing up in my life, even if I’d made him up in the first place. You never know about such things. Maybe I didn’t make him up. Maybe he made himself up.” I’m curious to see if this little internal conflict is continued or resolved in future books.
I’ll definitely read another in this series. Not only are the characters interesting and engaging, but the little historical details are enjoyable as well, such as Daisy’s struggle cranking up her old Model T, or the family sitting on their porch watching the lights blink on Mount Wilson where the telescope had been recently installed. “We’d sit out there at night sometimes and wonder what discoveries were being made. The Mount Wilson Telescope was the largest in the world, and we all liked to imagine what it was seeing.”
The book needed a bit of editing, and as mentioned, a bit more to the mystery, thus the 4 stars. But I’m hoping this is resolved in the next of the series, which I’ll be reading soon.