I am reluctant to post my review of this book, because I was so disappointed in it: and I started out loving this series with the first book, Wicked Autumn. But this book, the fifth installment in the Maxen Tudor/Nether Monkslip series, was such a mess that I almost gave it one star instead of two.
Everything about this series has always been contrived: Nether Monkslip itself is impossible, a contradiction between the peaceful paradise the author insists that it is and the nonstop succession of murders that keep happening there. [Something Max himself refers to several times in this book as a paradox: can you say "lampshading?"]
But Nether Monkslip is such a lovely and interesting place, à la Three Pines in Louise Penny’s Armand Gamache series, that I continued to return to the books. It was just a place I wanted to spend time, however much like a fairy tale it seemed.
This is the last time, however; this book feels forced, rushed, and clumsy. Why, the resolution to the murder simply appears to Max one day for reasons that are not made clear. But instead of staging a confrontation between the police and the suspects to ensnare them in an actual scene of dialogue and action, it all happens off-stage, and instead we have to sit through a couple of chapters of exposition—pure information dumps—where Max and DCI Cotton tell Awena what happened. Boring! I did think it was neat the way the resolution to this murder harked back to a murder that happened in a prior book in the series, giving it a final resolution. That was a nice touch.
In term of characterization, Awena herself is so implausibly perfect that I sometimes wonder if she is a figment of Max's imagination. [Not really, but she does seem more like a wish fulfillment fantasy than an actual woman.] Her relationship with Max is also implausibly peaceful, with no conflict whatsoever. Even their baby Owen never fusses!
And don’t get me started on the head hopping: yikes.
I don’t know what to make of the constant insistence on faith and belief and miracles in this book; it seemed almost deliberately evangelical, as if the author were trying to convert us rather than entertain us. Although I can buy that a former MI5 agent might turn to religion in order to cleanse himself of the guilt and bad memories of his work, that doesn’t necessarily imply that he would also be so willing to believe in miracles, both Christian and neopagan. One can have faith and still be rational, and even skeptical, and that seems more like Max to me than the credulous person he becomes in this book.
I also don’t know why the author suddenly decided to include references to a slew of other mystery books and movies within this book. It’s like a bizarre mashup of Josephine Tey, Alfred Hitchcock, and Agatha Christie.
As for the ending, I can’t comment on it without giving away a huge spoiler. But although it also linked back to a continuing subplot in the series, it struck me as ridiculous and completely unbelievable. But does it signal the end of the series, or a major shift in the next book? I don’t know.