Plot, characters and setting … tough to ask more of a good mystery
Michelle Wan's entrancing debut novel, DEADLY SLIPPER, offers the cozy mystery lover - that most crowded of well-thumbed genres - a combination of characters, setting and tightly constructed plot that has to be characterized as entirely unique.
Mara Dunn, a young Canadian woman, troubled by the unsolved disappearance of her twin sister while on a hiking trip in the Dordogne Valley in France, has moved to France to (What else? You guessed it, of course.), bring her untested amateur sleuthing skills to bear on the problem. When she serendipitously discovers her sister's camera, she sees that it contains an unexposed roll of local wildflower photos, and, in particular, one of an extremely rare if not previously undiscovered orchid species. At this point, Ms Wan introduces us to Julian Wood, floral expert extraordinaire, the local expatriate British geek, horticulturist, landscape designer and semi-professional orchidologist, whose help Mara Dunn enlists to use the photos to track what was possibly the last hike her sister took before she disappeared.
If it's hair-raising high speed chases, graphic gore and violence, stomach churning plot twists, or noir psychological mind games that you look for in your mysteries, I'm afraid you're going to have to look elsewhere. If your tastes, on the other hand, run to more slowly paced mysteries starring well-developed carefully crafted characters with a touch of mildly exaggerated traits but stopping short of cartoonish caricatures; a soupçon of hesitant, confused romance (no sweaty groping or heavy breathing to be found anywhere); and a deep, rich, honeyed, mellifluous description of place that will have you convinced you have been transported to the center of the Dordogne Valley in south central France, then DEADLY SLIPPER is the book for you.
Witness this mouth-watering description of a decadent, entirely obviously French, mid-day meal offered at a local bistro:
"Julian had the prix fixe of the day: a terrine of aubergine for starters, followed by the sprats, hot, crisp, and dressed in garlic and coarse salt. They were accompanied by potatoes and spring asparagus poached in butter. He ordered a pichet of local white."
or this evocative description of a rich forest, so typical of the Dordogne valley:
" ... they plunged into shady woodland. Helleborines, each plant bearing clusters of delicately nodding white bells, embroidered the shoulders of their path. Eventually, beech and pine gave way to a dense forest of oaks and chestnuts whose branches met overhead, creating a greenish net of light that shivered down through the leafy canopy. Here great vines hung like curtains, and ferns carpeted the forest floor. The air was fresh and cool, redolent of leaf mulch and growing things."
It's OK to wake up now! You're not really there. You're just at home in front of your computer reading this. But it certainly is easy to picture, isn't it?
If there's any criticism to be made of Ms Wan's first effort, it's only that the identity culprit, while not obvious, is a teeny bit predictable. But the circumstances surrounding Ms Wan's climax, dénouement and resolution of any remaining hanging strings is more than enough to make up for this mild shortcoming.
Great job, Ms Wan. Highly recommended. I've already ordered THE ORCHID SHROUD, number two in your series and I'm looking forward to it with bated breath.
Paul Weiss