Maomao decides to take a trip home, but it’s not giving much away to say that once she arrives there’ll be a mysterious poisoning for her to look into. Plus, a hairpin throws Jinshi a curve and somebody can really hold their alcohol, unfortunately for them…
After I finished the excellent fourth volume of this series I realized I’d missed the third volume and set out to rectify this minor error. Fortunately, good things come to those who waited too long by accident and then went back.
The change of setting for a large portion of this volume, returning Maomao to the pleasure districts of the city, makes for a delightful change of pace that continues to play to the series’ strengths while introducing new wrinkles.
Then again, whether within the politics of the palace or the conniving of a courtesan, human nature is never that different in any given setting and I like the way the story subtly reinforces that tenet. Some of the nicest seeming people get truly sinister looks this volume…
It’s also an excellent way to look at Maomao herself, whose essence boils down to ‘drugs are interesting and people are not’, which helpfully explains why she has so little clue about social minutiae of the regular world or the courts. Her scientific nature lets her read people, but it’s not necessarily her true strength, more of a by-product.
She knows more about the pleasure district, certainly, but mainly because she’s spent more time there, not because of any particular interest. Does this cause trouble for her this volume? Yes, but not that she realizes, of course.
No, instead it’s Jinshi who gets put through the wringer over her unaware signalling of certain intents via hairpin distribution and it’s quite fun seeing where the unraveling of his starched shirt persona begins. He gets the odd bit of revenge, but his torment is a welcome addition. They’re such a solid pairing.
The mysteries in this one are good - the pleasure district one is neatly set up and I like the way it portrays Maomao as sharp, but not Sherlock Holmes or anything. There is also a welcome nod to actual toxicological science that I greatly appreciated, having spent a brief time in such a service many years ago.
Once Maomao is back at the palace she has to solve another conundrum that’s slightly more fantastical in terms of likelihood, but is still rooted in a believable outcome. Certainly more than, say, the Rube Goldberg machinations of your average Kindaichi Case File.
It’s also nice to have the book take a neutral, if not somewhat positive, stance on the brothels and the women who work there. The story rightly treats it as a job and one that can be very rewarding if done well. Appreciated, even if you can see why Maomao knows how to survive there but would be happy to never return.
4.5 stars - fourth volume was better, but I’ll still round up because it’s better only by mere degrees and any volume of this, even out of chronological order, is a real treat.