My local library was attempting to clear up some space and had a book sale, that's how Mysterium ended up in my hands. After reading, I can see why the library was getting rid of this book so soon after its release.
I did thoroughly enjoy parts near the end, but the vocabulary throughout the book is so unnecessarily advanced in the most mundane moments (which were ferociously frequent) that I cannot find it unsurprising that people were putting this down immediately. I haven't turned to a dictionary this much since reading Homestuck - It felt like a joke. I couldn't help but make a connection between the redundancy of the focus on India's caste system, and the try-hard word choice. It was as if the book itself was attempting to gatekeep itself from me like a climber protecting their place on a mountain - the same entitlement, attempting a faux caste system forced upon those who pick up the text.
Speaking of, the depiction of the people of India was so insanely, laughably ignorant. So one-dimensional. It was like someone who went to India once and swears they now ooze worldly. Descriptions like "gyrating like red devils," "frenzy," "looked like they were in ecstasy," and several other hellish comparisons. In this book their dancing was "primitive ballet. Their beliefs were "superstitions." If you tried a kind soul's food you were described as brave. Sara and her crew were so against giving to any beggars that asked below the mountain, when her group's climb was funded by the government! Not seeing this double-standard acknowledged irritated me. It also suffered from the whole "describing people of color in great detail, but not describing white people at all" trope. You know, because we're supposed to assume everyone is white until proven otherwise.
Now on to what I enjoyed. This entire text reads like a poem- I mean the ENTIRE thing. A lot of the times, I found myself not even being able to picture what I just read because I was paying so much attention to the music of the words. It was an extremely satisfying read in that way (I enjoy rhythm and sound the most in poetry, not particularly imagery). Not being able to picture it was something I was able to get away with as well- Because knowing exactly how climbing gear is put on/together, and knowing exactly what items they had, was not necessary for this book. I usually underline when I find a line of a book particularly satisfying, but in this case, I would've been underlining the entire book. The poetry of it is really what got me through the giant chunks of un-needed.
Also, WHY IS CLIMBING GEAR DESCRIBED IN SUCH DETAIL, FOR PAGES AND PAGES, WITH BARELY ANY PARAGRAPH SEPARATION, BUT THE MOUNTAIN/ THE VIEW FROM THE TOP IS BARELY EVEN 1/8 OF THE PAGE? Make it make sense.
Anyway, I also enjoyed the action at the end whole-heartedly. It had me on the edge of my seat, and I enjoyed the way this book would switch point-of-views so effortlessly, and the timing was extremely satisfying! The ending was fascinating as well. I wonder how (spoilers) feels about how far they made it, and I wonder what happened after the end of the book (to the main characters, I mean)(there is an epilogue which is equally as thought-provoking). You will be gagged- I guarantee!
This book was a 1-star for the first 3/4 of the book. Upgraded to 3-stars in the end, because near the end, I could not put it down. I really did not think it would do such a 180! I wish it hadn't dwelled so pointlessly in the beginning. It wasn't even a proper set-up, either. There were just so many pointless aspects of it.
There was potential.