Another marvelous book I would never have known about but for Goodreads friends. I suppose if I hadn't been private my first six years Mt. TBR would now consist of 9,382 books and if I lived long enough I'd be much better for it as this is another one I just loved. Other than every Agatha I am not much for mysteries, the violent ones, the ones with stalkers, the ones written on a sixth-grade level don't interest me. And in the few I do read I have never before guessed the murderer, I'm not logical that way.
The bar here is high. I worked one thing out very late that's not very impressive and thought this must be impossible to figure out but just read a few Amazon reviews where people did. "The Tokyo Zodiac Murders," published in Japan in 1981, is part of the genre known as 'the Japanese locked-room mystery' and Soji Shimada is a master of it. For me it was utterly absorbing and a totally different flavor than I've read before. Right-brains may want to pit yourselves against Shimada's sleuths and left-brains like me can enjoy the ride, the clever plotting and great writing.
It opens with a letter titled "Last Will and Testament" in which a man, a visual artist, a painter who was murdered in his locked country home explains how using alchemy and astrology, choice body parts and lots of sawing, he will act on his obsession to create from six virgins "...the perfect woman...Following the terminology of alchemy I shall call her Azoth, which means 'from A to Z' -the ultimate creation, the universal life force. She fulfills my dreams completely." She'll be buried at the precise center of Japan using latitude, longitude and astrology and once buried will restore the glory of the Japanese empire. The other body parts will be buried according to the girls' astrological signs scattered across the country. And then he explains he will use his own virgin daughters and nieces, all in their twenties, chop up their bodies based on astrology and what he finds the most attractive bits of each for Azoth: the prettiest head, the best chest as determined by the breasts, abdomen, hips, thighs and legs. "I am mesmerized by her beauty," he writes, "her psychic power, her vigour. I know I would be incapable of painting her on a canvas. Would I be able to bear seeing her with my own eyes? My desire is slowly killing me..I would gladly give up my wretched life if this perfect woman were to become a reality."
From there Shimada moves to Act One. The novel from here is set up like a play, with intermissions and even asides. Here we learn this came to pass in 1936. All of the girls are dead and he was killed in the locked country home he secured for the purpose of creating Azoth. The extraneous body parts have been found precisely where he said they'd be, but Azoth has yet to be located. He's been labeled 'The Tokyo Zodiac Killer' and police and legions of amateur detectives have tried for forty-three years to find Azoth and solve the mystery of his death. A book was written, theories created, land dug up over the years but the case has remained unsolved.
We are introduced to Shimada's sleuths. The novel's narrator tells us he's obsessed with mysteries and that "part of the bigger picture at the time was that the failure to solve the murder seemed to symbolize the darkness surrounding pre-war Japan." The mystery has eaten at him since he was young and he hopes and believes the one who can solve it is Kiyoshi Mitarai, a professional fortune-teller and astrology teacher whom the narrator met taking his astrology class a year ago. Kiyoshi is extremely intelligent, intellectually curious and at times inscrutable. There's a Thing going on here with Sherlock and Watson. Kiyoshi professes disdain for Sherlock and does a terrific take-down of Holmes at one point I found both on point and hilarious. But as the book goes on Sherlock will come up again and this reader was delighted to realize Shimada has laid in something meta here in this game that's afoot.
From the opening manifesto to the end this book is fascinating. There are Things I don't like, I'm not good at: math, astrology, latitude, longitude, details like the depth of each girl's burial. But it's laid out bit by bit and with charts to refer to in such a way that even I could follow along. I was rapt. "The Tokyo Zodiac Murders" held my attention so much that once I didn't even hear the phone ring inches from me. Shimada is a great writer, I can't imagine how much better it would be reading the original Japanese but no doubt it is. Kiyoshi Mitarai is a terrific creation. Like a certain other far more famous detective he seeks and processes clues and makes deductions methodically, though he's no Sherlock clone. Each new piece he works out brings him enthusiasm, even exuberance. He shares them with his friend the narrator in his own time, usually only saying he's discovered something, leaving narrator and reader panting for more. They travel, he tracks people, others insert themselves, the smallest details matter. As the painter has created Azoth, Shimada's book uses lovely bits from other genres. But it always stays in the locked-room zone.
Reading it was a very pleasurable experience and I look forward to devouring the other Shimada that's been translated into English and which also features Kiyoshi, "Murder in the Crooked House." Because I've had difficulty reading during Pandemic I'm very tempted to read it next but given that there are only two Shimadas translated into English to date and that there's possibly going to be a second wave of covid-19, I'm going to try and save "Murder in the Crooked House" to savor in case of future locked-in history.