Paul Whatshisname (he is never given a last name) is in his midlife slump. Far from a crisis, he’s weighed down with so much ennui it takes him months to finally work up the gumption to even take the elevator to confront his wife, whom he suspects is cheating with the doggie trainer on the 8th floor.
Instead of finding his wife mid-coitus, he finds the body of his neighbour. Definitely murdered. His wife? Nowhere to be found.
With the help of the cute front desk girl (whom he’s been leering at for the last few months) and an eccentric detective, it’s up to Paul to solve the crime and find out what the heck has happened to his wife. If he can convince himself the effort is worth it, that is.
This book made me want to give it different starred ratings depending on the time I was reading it. At the beginning I found the prose to be laced with filler words, and almost too conversational. I like a laid-back feel to writing, but it took me a while to believe it was intentional and not just lazy. To be fair, I did get into it eventually and didn’t notice the style much after that.
Paul is also a bit of a contentious character choice for me. There seems to be a trend in media these days to portray a “lovable loser” as the main character. Like we’re supposed to sympathize with his mid-life drudgery and his apathy when it comes to changing anything about it. Like he’s supposed to be a mirror to us. I don’t love it. I’m okay with imperfect characters. I love being able to relate to someone who is struggling—we all need that. But I guess I just think we can do better than following a selfish loser around for 4 hours of reading, especially since he doesn’t seem to grow in any meaningful ways, and has a bad habit of turning everything around to be about him. I found myself much more invested in some of the side characters. Ones that actually seemed to care about anything but themself.
His sad life is told in an entertaining way, I’ll give it that. And perhaps as a dark humour, this is the sad state of life it works. I just didn’t find it landed for me. And I love me some dark humour.
The mystery itself… well it’s another head scratcher I guess. On one hand, I did not guess the final solution, but on the other, I don’t think that the clues were laid out that I should’ve been able to guess it. Perhaps that wasn’t the point of the story, but once Paul latches onto a suspect, there isn’t a whole lot of other information we’re given, nor any additional evidence that would help us make an informed guess before the end. It makes sense when it is revealed, but we aren’t given a chance to put it together. And you know what? That can be okay too. It’s just not my preferred type of mystery.
Speaking of the end: whew, another "I don’t know" moment. It ties in with the reveal of the mystery: Paul doesn’t solve the crime himself. Without spoiling it, the mystery is revealed to him in a pretty blatant way rather than him being able to put two and two together, along with the reader. It feels a bit cheap to me, to be honest, like if it were better written, Paul and the reader could’ve figured it out. Harper still could’ve done the ending he chose, he could’ve just had Paul figure it out before the final curtain.
And that final curtain? Well, I can’t spoil it, but I wasn’t a fan. Beyond the issue with the mystery, it was a pretty odd choice, especially with the little tag at the end that reassures the reader. It also employs the MC writing to the reader gambit, which I’ve never really loved.
I did find myself really wanting to keep reading, despite all these negatives, so obviously the characterization was compelling enough for me to hang in there. I just didn’t love what ended up happening with those characters.
A few moments that really shined were the quips about how the mystery genre is basically just following characters around and listening to them talk to different people, as well as comparing short stories to having to meet a new person every 20 pages. I loved those little insights, probably because that is why I avoid short stories, and that is my biggest worry as a mystery author: “Are my characters just sitting around talking?! Will this get boring? Wait… Isn’t this what they all do?”
So, that’s my mixed-bag review of this book. If you’re a fan of midlife ennui, and following around a (I hesitate to call him lovable) loser, then this might be the book for you.