You used to tell me we'd run away together, love gives you the right to be free / You said, "Be patient, just wait a little longer." But that's just an old fantasy (Saving All My Love for You – Whitney Houston).
Sometimes I feel like my reading habits are mostly just large swaths of random and intense cravings for very specific genres that goes on and on for months on end and won’t go away until my hunger is satiated. Well, I guess it’s a good thing I guess because… oh, would you look at that, I still love these books. Yes! I don’t know why, but whenever I’m rereading something, I always have that little voice in my mind constantly warning me that “You fool! This time around I’ll most definitely hate it, and all your past opinions are a lie!” Dramatic, I know. Maybe I have the spirit of a theater kid? Yeah well, thankfully this voice has only been correct once (with this book called Openly Ben, mini review within a review: it read like “Being Bi 101” and that seems nice and revelatory at first, but not so much on the second viewing), so I really should have more faith in the me of the past's taste in literature. Really though, I kind of wish I owned a physical copy of this so I could take a high contrast selfie of me holding the book up proudly like those old dudes do with their freshly caught fish. Because yeah, I have a weirdly proud fondness of this Miss Alice series and I totally want to start book three right this minute, but I need to chill or I might get burned out. The mystery’s great, Alice is a great main character, the era as always is stylish and flashy and great… but most importantly, I love, love, love the love-interest! I usually always have something to say about them, but nah, not this time! He’s actually pretty dope. In fact, I’m learning a lot about myself here because I’m realizing that the common thread between all my book crushes (all five of them) is that they’re all kind of pathetic. That sounds bad, but it really isn’t, I swear! In my opinion, cool’s just not all that cool, and not to sound too much like a hipster (a little is okay), but I’ve always found that any lover boy that prides himself on being a smooth talker and loved by all despite acting like an asshole all the time will never be interesting to me. Remember in Hitch where Will Smith is teaching Kevin James how to dance and he keeps telling him to dial back the wild dance moves and to a minimum, to “keep it right here?” Hahah good times, do you also remember how a bunch of dudes treat that scene like its gospel and cling to it like a damn lifeline, all so that they have the excuse to never do anything too crazy on the dance floor; all standing with their backs up on the wall, shuff-shuffling because they’re too cool to have fun? I feel like that’s the most misunderstood scene in the history of cinema because the whole point of the movie was that Will Smith is in the wrong, and that Kevin James’ love-interest has no interest in all his practiced “lady-killer” moves and that she actually fell for him whenever he was being his normal goofy goober self! Watch the ending wedding scene people! Will Smith is doing his goofy Fresh Prince dance moves!! The intent of the movie is very clear, watch it, he was wrong!!! I mean, I don’t even like Hitch, but I get it, you know? Every time I’ve ever read about smooth operators, I couldn’t be less impressed with them. The time of cocky, overly confident playboys are over; now we're living in the age of Booboo the Fool!
Did I just talk about Hitch for this whole review? Hm, maybe I’m just lacking sleep because I’ve been spending all my waking hours reading this wonderful book? Haha… was that a good enough save? Anyway, another thing I’m realizing is that whenever I’m talking about the love-interest in this book, Sherborne Sharp (forgot to name him), I sound like I’m sneak dissing him, but I think he’s great! The way he’s introduced as this seemingly sexy, unbothered, smooth-talker, only to then be slowly revealed as the messiest of all human messes not only helps to humble his characterization (so he’s not too much of a haughty jerk), but also endears him to us as much as Alice. Also, the fun Batman and Catwoman thing they (Sherborne being Catwoman) have going on is just a classic dynamic that adds an electric undercurrent to the already exciting mystery! I should probably talk a little more about the other aspects of Murder in the Evening just so, if nothing else, this feels more like an actual review and less like the first draft of an essay that I wrote the night before it was due while also having not finished the reading and being wildly sleep deprived. Not that I know anything about that! Um… Blythe Baker does a really good job of adding a healthy amount of angst in a genre that isn’t generally known for being as such. Cozy is all fine and dandy, but these books can sometimes feel a little distant and a little heartless in the way the main character goes about solving murders like it’s something to do on a checklist, so I definitely take notice of when these stories go the extra mile to add a little oomph to them. Gives it a little feeling, you know how it is. And I appreciated that the author never felt the need to make the victim of the novel out to be this perfect angel that was simply too good for this sinful earth, but rather showed that they had flaws just like everybody else. In that way, this book made me reminisce about the first season of Only Murders in the Building (the only one I liked) in that it makes a point to hammer it in that just because someone might not have been a beacon of moral purity, doesn’t mean that their death is something that should be left ignored and unsolved. If anything, writing a story in this way not only heightens the tragedy of the crime, but it helps reminds us that despite all the fun there is to be had with murder mysteries, these are still stories about people being murdered, and should be treated with the respect they deserve. In my opinion, putting a heavier emphasis on the gravity of the situation can only ever help to improve the novel. The truth is that I never want to feel too cozy whenever I’m reading these books! Otherwise, hey… I guessed who the killer was again, woohoo! And while I wasn’t as ecstatic as the last time, the thrill of being right never fully fades away. I’m still riding on a high, really. This bit will be a bit of a spoiler, but I will say that I am remembering that one thing about this series is that I was never completely comfortable with how all the killers usually end up being service workers. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but if you have a detective series with the main character belonging to the upper crust of society, then I’m generally of the mind that the murderer should be a peer rather than somebody “below their station.” Nothing exists in a vacuum, and when you’re constantly portraying the killer as being working class in addition to then constantly describing them as “deranged” or “evil,” then it conjures up some unfortunate implications. Sorry, but even if you don’t think you’re saying something, you are saying something. Nonetheless, if my memory serves me right, then the books do get a little more varied in its choice of murderers going forward, so it’s only smooth sailing from here on out! Hopefully. Anyway, the biggest mystery solved here is that I’m still having a great time reading this series and I’m going to continue on this lovely reread journey I’ve set out upon. There and back again.
“Sherborne looked at me, sizing me up, and then shook his head. “You are going to get both of us in a world of trouble someday.”
I clapped my hands in success. “Thank you.”