It's a pretty safe statement to make that I'm not in possession of a "cozy" personality. I haven't the temperament or inclination to be a "cozy" person. Sure, I'll curl up with a good book, but chances are that it's gonna be a glass of wine next to me, and not a cup of tea. And the book is more likely to be American Psycho than anything by Lilian Jackson Braun.
But alas, I've already read American Psycho. And my in-real-life cats are jerks enough to make me want to avoid their literary counterparts wherever possible. And this book came onto my radar back in the springtime, and it was on my list, and so I read it. Or rather, I tried to. Twice. And failed. Its twee-ness was overwhelming, and I just couldn't take it. But the third time was a charm, and all that, and I spent a part of my day off resentfully plowing through it to get 'er done.
The basic premise: Maura Beth is the director of a public library in the tiny, cash-strapped town of Cherico, Mississippi. She's young and naive and she's been a Library Director ever since she graduated with her Library Science Degree, and if that's not a mistake on her part and the part of the council who hired her, I don't know what is. She's been running the show for six years, and now she's gotten the news that the Council--a smarmy group of (what else?) smug white guys in ties--are going to shut down the Library, because the budget is tight and the circulation numbers stink. So Maura Beth kicks into gear and does what she should have been doing all along--boosting numbers, being proactive, raising public awareness, planning programs, networking, whatever. As you may have guessed from the title, her main efforts at saving her library are geared towards starting a book club. Does it work out for her? Well, this is a cozy story, NOT American Psycho, so chances for a bleak ending are pretty slim.
For the record, I am not opposed to cozies. I absolutely do love the Mitford series. THAT is the standard to which cozies should aspire--gentle yet honest and NOT TWEE. My main issue with cozies are their complete "gosh golly" removal from my reality. My reality is kind of rough and tumble, and I have adapted accordingly. Cozies are, by implicit definition, not rough and tumble. They are pleasant and reassuring. And you know what that says to me? It says that there is an implicit blandness to them, so the author has to work hard to combat that.
I wasn't impressed with this author's efforts.
There was a fair amount of surprisingly accurate depictions and reflections of libraries, politics, politicians, and the role that citizens play in all of these arenas. There was also a lot of positive (and true) depictions of how a Library can become a very essential hub of a community. Also, while it's ridiculous, the idea of hiring a fresh graduate to run a library, it's not unheard of, I'm sure. Heck, a lot of small rural libraries have directors who technically are not degreed librarians. So there were plenty of facts and representations within this book to inform the layperson. There was also a somewhat intelligent discussion about race, discrimination, Jim Crow, but somehow, it felt forced, as though the author knew he had to confront the elephant in the room. And while it was a noble effort on his part, it threw off the consistency of the book's tone. Is it a cozy with a social message? It could have been--it tried to be, but it ultimately failed.
Yet the fact that the author genuinely tried to tackle a subject of that magnitude is hugely commendable. And I've learned that this book is to be the first in a series. There were enough redeeming points, and enough promise, in this book for me to keep my eye out for the next in the series. The world (not me) needs more decent cozies, and this series certainly has the potential to become one.