Full disclosure, I love Toby Schmitz as both an actor and playwright, so when I saw that he had a book coming out, I had to preorder it. It arrived right as I was finishing a massive, dense book on domestic history with lots of footnotes and a tiny font, so foolishly I judged this relatively short book by it's appearance. I figured, ooooh, a clever mystery for sitting outside in the summertime. Maybe some Ruth Rendell vibes with snappier dialogue.
NOPE.
This is a wild story, and you gotta work for it. No half-focussed scanning here, you have to commit to every word on the page or you will be left behind. And even when you are paying attention, you might need to go back and read the same line two or three or eight times to make sure that you aren't having a stroke.
The Empress Murders assumes that you know about topics ranging from jazz standards and ocean liners, flying, WW1 history, linguistics, Dadaism, sake, slurs, seances, grooming relationships, and the topography of both the Midwestern US and the Midlands of the UK. There are so many characters, and they all have multiple nicknames or aliases. There are so many idioms, and I am nearly positive that 70% have never existed before this book. The boat talks to you, the reader, more than once. There are several palpable tone shifts as you get deeper into the story, and it gets surprisingly brutal. After having to read some passages multiple times, I wondered if I was too stupid to continue on, but I powered through.
These all sound like criticisms. They aren't, I loved this book, but it was completely and totally not what I expected. It made me laugh, sometimes out loud, sometimes a morbid chuckle, and sometimes in disbelief. Highly recommended, but holy shit, I don't think I could read this again.
As an aside, this apparently started life as a play. I cannot even imagine how chaotic this would be on stage, when there are times when it seems to overflow the printed pages of a book.