I wanted to love this book, but it never engaged me enough to move beyond a flirtation. Because it’s a debut novel I’m bumping my rating up a star.
In fiction I read historical and contemporary suspense and mystery, and thriller. My favorite books, written by authors whose work I read again and again, emerge from a place of knowledge and experience that talent, imagination, and skill supports. The authors know their subjects and environments intimately, bringing an integrity and depth to their work—a depth that research alone can't replicate.
As a fan of Elizabeth Peters' Amelia Peabody series I had high hopes for Murder at the Mena House. Peters, an Egyptologist of some regard, embedded layers of richness in her stories that Neubauer never achieves. I seriously doubt that Neubauer has ever visited the Middle East or North Africa, particularly Egypt. Because of this distance from her subject a lot of Murder at the Mena House doesn’t ring true if you know anything about Egypt, the Middle East, archaeology, looted antiquities, or the history of exploration in the region. The missing idiosyncrasies—sights, sounds, encounters, and certainly smells—of the region, which color anyone's time there, undermine the story itself.
The other problem I have with this book is that editing is inconsistent. That translates to a lot of “telling, not showing,” and pacing that suffers from too many details. Some of her characters are engaging, but details, dialogue, and inner dialogue bog them down. This is particularly true of her protagonist. I kept waiting for the story to take off, and it never did for me.
It's not that Murder at the Mena House is a bad story. It's light and entertaining, so maybe perfect for some readers. But I don't think it ever reaches its potential, and that's a shame.