Better than Deadhouse, but still a chore to get through...
We've read all five of Fairstein's novels featuring Alex Cooper, her fictional Asst. DA for sex crimes of the NYC DA's office, the same job our author held for 25 years until her recent retirement. While the first three novels were pretty good, her fourth, "Deadhouse", disappointed all but her most ardent fans -- too much of a history lesson about an obscure NYC island, and too much silly action by our leading lady detracted from what text was left to move along the mystery and its solution.
"Vault" is an improvement in that its focus is a murder of a young researcher associated with two famous NYC institutions: the Metropolitan Museum and the Museum of Natural History. When the woman's body is found inside an ancient Egyptian sarcophagus, Cooper and her cop buddies Chapman, who again in this book gets some amorous attention from "Blondie", and Mercer, go into action, spending most of their time searching for clues through the vast collection of rooms and cubbyholes in these two giant edifices.
So much time is spent describing this architectural geography, and the contents thereof, that considerable portions of the book drag and bore, unless one happens to be personally interested in this particular subject matter. It also became clear that Fairstein was using the story as a bit of a forum to discuss the inappropriateness of much of the human bone holdings (hence the book's title) of both organizations, and to sympathetically describe modern efforts to restore the skeletons to their origins for proper and respectful burial. Like Grisham sometimes proselytizes on a subject close to heart, Fairstein soon tires us with the political correctness of this cause, whether righteous or not.
Lastly, a first-hand description of the September 11th attack on the twin towers, while quite emotional and interesting, was hardly part of the story; so while it made cogent reading, it was a bit of an interruption of the story flow. Similarly, an "all-girls" weekend outing to Martha's Vineyard (where our author has taken up retirement in real life), was shades of the "Ya Ya Sisterhood" -- again, not entirely relevant to the plot.
So take out all the extraneous stuff, plus the longish prowls around the museums, and what remains is little more than a short story for a magazine. We think Fairstein can do better, and hopefully now that she's forsaken her "day job", she can concentrate more on story and characters and less on stuff that weakens our resolve to turn pages.