If the Westing Game was set at Auntie Mame’s when she was in her 80s, with some characters from the Addams Family, an Anthony Bourdain type punk rocker chef, a couple interesting acrobatic circus act performers, a gay, even more camp Vincent Price, and a young girl Buffy/Nancy Drew obsessed with the Zombie Apocalypse, you would have the bare bones of this book but none of its heart or humor.
Ernestine and her step brother Charleston sit on cold tombstones at midnight one February eve. Charleston remembered the chicken drumsticks for blood, Ernestine has creatively cobbled together some Latin verbiage. They are ready to kickstart the Zombi apocalypse, even if the “youngest” grave they can find in the old town cemetery is a man buried in 1972. (Groovy!) Ernestine works with what she’s got and doesn’t consider failure an option. She’s a self starter and if she has to wake the Zombies herself to get this Zombie apocalypse started, then fine, she will figure it out and get it done.
WHY she wants to kickstart the Zombie apocalypse is never questioned. At least not by Charleston her perceptive and calm younger stepbrother, because he goes along to get along, with some wise questions and sage advice beyond his years along the way. The reader does get some profound glimpses later on into Ernestine’s rationale for all this. It’s handled with such a deft, light touch, as so many elements of the story, that it has all the more impact.
But really, the zombie apocalypse plays a minor role to the attempts at murder and Ernestine’s detective work to unravel the case. It’s all set amongst the backdrop of the MacGillicuddie House for Elderly and Retired Artists. All you need to know is that Mrs MacGillicuddie is basically Auntie Mame at 80, still surrounding herself with a fascinating collection of bohemians. She’s the patroness of the house, sitting on vast riches her family very much wants to get their hands on, in her 80, dresses in her best jewels “because you never know when you’ll drop dead” and basically I want to be her when I grow up (or even right now.) The house residents are all well drawn, interesting, hilarious characters in their own right. There’s the baker and chef for punk rock bands in their heyday that now cook for Mrs. G. Then there’s the gay couple that were icons of the horror genre, actors in B movies that are now cult classics and still doing fan shows and appearances on the weekends and at festivals. There’s the token cranky old man who hates everyone. There are acrobatic twins in their 60s in spectacular sequined outfits. There’s a house jazz band that performs at Mrs G’s frequent and sumptuous soirées. The book opens on Mardi Gras in the midst of one of these parties.
The mystery is on point and more believable and with as many twists and turns as some “so called” adult murder mysteries! Ernestine is smart and works hard for every clue and pays attention to earn her observations. The writing and pacing both dazzle and set a fabulous standard and pace. Ernestine works with Charleston, and the family dynamic is touching, fraught with real world complications, and made all the more tender when the flawed family members overcome their weaknesses just long enough to lift one another up. There were so many funny and even hilarious, laugh out loud moments! The dialogue was zippy and great, with snappy one liners coming fast and fresh. I adored this book, didn’t want it to end, and when it did closed the final chapter with a life affirming feeling, and that the world was a better place with Ernestine, Charleston, and this whole crazy cast of characters in it. Hope there’s a sequel some day and definitely going to check out other books by this author!