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344 pages, Paperback
First published November 21, 2019
Her dad took much longer to burn than she expected.What a great beginning! And what a letdown the rest of the book was. The first section is one huge info dump about everyone’s backstories, and about how amazingly (and unbelievably) unusual all the women are. We are hit over the head with how strong, powerful and bollocks-grabbingly fearless these warrior princess women are, and how wonderfully they control the business and yada yada yada, and what a leering lecherous waste of oxygen almost all the men are. I could almost see the author checking off his “cozy chick lit” list: percussionist grandma with a skanky past, middle-aged daughter reeling from a divorce, gay granddaughter with POC girlfriend, some iffy romances with untrustworthy men, a few conventional mysteries (one of them ripped from the internet news) for these 2-dimensional superwomen to solve, what have I forgotten? Oh, a bit of syrupy glurge for readers to drool over:
Hannah frowned. ‘It’s not any different. Men and women, straight and gay, we’re just trying to get along, not hurt anyone, but it doesn’t always work like that.'Urrgh. Having seen the rave reviews mentioning “dark humour” and “noir" I was expecting the sublime entertainments of Six Feet Under and got the Addams Family Widows. On the up side, all this cheesy cheer was balanced somewhat by occasional, somewhat believable details about the dealings and detritus of death.
Jenny smiled. ‘How did I have a daughter so wise?'
Dorothy stood in the embalming room and stared at what was left of Jim…. the bone fragments and dust in front of her were real. And it was dust, not ashes, that was a misnomer. She was thankful that the fire hadn’t left any large bones for her to deal with, nothing longer than a few inches amongst the dirt. She imagined lifting an intact skull from the pile, addressing it like Hamlet. Or one of Jim’s femurs, waving it around like a cavewoman.Yup. 2 stars.