I chose this book as part of one of those 2015 reading challenges--read a book set where you live. This was the only book that came up in my search. Also, I remember having read Gail Bowen when I lived in Regina, though looking back, it must have been the first book in the series since that was the only one published before I moved away.
This was truly just okay. Not terrible, but I wouldn't recommend going out of your way to read it. The thing about the book is that I chose to read it since it was set in Saskatoon, but, aside from the names of streets and some other places (Mendel Art Gallery), there is nothing in the city that I recognize. What I mean is that the names are there but not as the places I know. The whole premise of the book is that relatively famous artist Sally Love has an exhibit of erotic art (bordering on pornography) being installed--some of it permanently--at the Mendel. Sally is an old friend of Joanne Kilbourn (who is lecturing for this year only at the U of S), so Joanne is invited to all of the hoity-toity events surrounding Sally and her art. The problem is that I can't imagine this type of exhibit opening at the Mendel, which is very much a family-friendly gallery. On the other hand, once the show opens in the book, there are all of these rabid protesters outside the gallery who are there day after day. Honestly, this doesn't ring true either, which is key because, of course, the first murders take place at the exhibit. There is just nothing about the city that rings true to me... I realize that this is supposed to be set 20-something years ago, so maybe it was truer then, but still...
On top of that, I found it incredibly annoying that Joanne for some reason is great friends with Sally--who seems like an incredible flake and all-around not very nice person--and constantly seems to side with her, particularly since they basically haven't seen or spoken to each other in more than 20 years. And then, although Joanne sort of gets tangled up in the murders that start to take place, she is really on the periphery of them. Really, not much information is provided in the book into the investigation (which is done entirely by police who show up in the plot only a couple of times). Joanne just knows people who know the murdered ones.... And eventually, as the bodies pile up (although not until very near the end), some of the people she knows quite well get killed or more involved in the killings.
As I write this now, I realize that the book really did annoy me quite a lot, though while I was reading it, it didn't seem that bad. I will perhaps pick up another of Gail Bowen's more recent outings but I wouldn't recommend this one.