I received a copy of this book from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
I fell off the Mary Russell series a while back. I enjoyed the earlier stories, especially Jerusalem, which took a look into a different culture in what I recall as a respectful and interesting way. I stopped reading around the India story, when Mary started really being too good to be true. Hmm, looking back, I bailed at book 8, written ten years ago.
I was curious about this one, though, and thought I'd dip back into the series to see how it was going. I liked it enough to keep reading it, but found myself critiquing it as I went along instead of being absorbed in the story.
The structure of the novel is awkward. We arrive back at home with Mary and Holmes after their lengthy travels. They receive a mysterious visitor, and then there's a flashback that almost two hundred pages long. In fact, I forgot that it was a flashback at all until the very end of it, when the book resumes in its "present" time for about another hundred pages.
Mary and Holmes navigate two foreign environments- that of the cruise ship in the 1920's, and Japan. I won't go into any details of the plot, because what I noticed more was just how much of a snob Mary was. She judged all her fellow passengers, despised most of them, and seemed to think herself a peerless actress who came across as flighty one minute, a bluestocking the next, without once worrying about anyone else's powers of observation being applied to her. I disliked Mary through most of this book and read on despite her.
Regarding Japan... there are ninjas, of course. There are charming ryokans (inns), green tea and rice, an "industrious people". Mary and Holmes must undergo an immersion in this foreign culture in order to learn how not to make enormous faux pas and to be able to appear in polite Japanese society. Not once do we hear from Mary that this was difficult in any way. She and Holmes easily travel as pilgrims, learn enough Japanese on the cruise ship to get by in Japan, love the food instantly, don't have any problem with mixed bathing, just take everything in stride. Honestly, it was no fun. For me, there weren't really any insights into Japanese culture, in fact, it seemed almost a stereotype of the romanticized western view of Japan. Reading the perspective of someone who had a few actual struggles with things that were strange to them would have been far more interesting than the superhuman Mary and Holmes, who, despite never having been to Japan or met a Japanese person before, are as unruffled as can be by anything that occurs. By the end of our Japanese flashback, Mary is snobbily looking down at coarse westerners with their meaty meals instead of light,clean fish and pickles, their coarse manners instead of Japanese restraint. Did I mention that I don't care for Mary?
Mary and Holmes do not interact in any way except as working partners in this book. I don't know if I missed something in a previous book, but they don't act like they are married at all. No affection, no having fun together, it's all work, all the time.
The last part of the book takes place in a country estate. It's a set piece with breaking and entering, discovering clues, and then being caught by the villains in order to get a monologue. I had figured out where the macguffin was hiding the first time it was mentioned, so was not surprised. Mary managed also to pass judgement on people's private pornographic and sex toy habits. Anyone into BDSM must have some sort of personality disorder that makes them enjoy hurting others, it seems, in Mary Russell's world, which also makes them prone to criminality due to... lack of moral fiber or something.
The book felt dated, I'm not sure that Mary and Holmes, for all their industrious activity, really made much difference in the outcome of the larger story, and I don't like Mary (did I mention?). It is an easily readable book, though, and if you don't care about the destination, just the journey, you may like it just fine. However, this did not inspire me to go back and read the books that I've skipped.