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I visited the Nightingale expecting flappers, moonshine, jazz, mystery, and an aura of danger...but what I got was a bit more of your standard 'corner bar and grill full of forgettable regulars watching a boring baseball game on a Tuesday night' instead.
Vivian sweeps away the long monotony of days sewing in the workhouse aside sister Florence once night falls at the Nightingale, a club featuring the illegal booze, wild dancing, and colorful crowds typical of such an establishment in 1924. Vivian's best friend Bea is her partner in crime, and the two while away many an hour together. One night, however, Vivian finds herself in EXACTLY the wrong place at PRECISELY the wrong time: she discovers a body in the alley by the club. Speechless and horrified, a police raid of the club then occurs, and Vivian finds herself in the whirlwind of this mysterious and ugly crime. Club owner Honor Huxley begs her to keep quiet, but Vivian can't help investigating, despite her secret affection for Honor AND a new man she has met at the club. Who is at the center of this ugly storm...and has Vivian set herself up to be the next target? Can the Nightingale keep its doors open...and keep its dangerous secrets under lock and key? And just how well DOES Vivian know the mysterious new man in her life?
I'll admit, I was absolutely lured to this book by its stellar and beautiful cover. I'm a sucker for literature set during this time period, from The Great Gatsby to Beautiful Little Fools, which was a surprise hit for me earlier this year, and I was hoping to strike gold yet again with Last Call at the Nightingale.
Unfortunately, the third time was NOT the charm with this read.
As much as I felt the cover drew me in initially, this is basically where the atmosphere stopped for me...and I picked this book up hoping that would at least account for 50% of my experience. if you hadn't told me this book was set in the 20's and you'd removed a few context clues, there was little to remind me that's where the story took place, and this setting just didn't come alive. I kept waiting for that immersive and magical experience where I felt thrust back in time, but there was a lot of telling rather than showing, and I had a hard time even picturing what was going on or the decor most of the time.
There's also nothing wrong with the plot, but nothing too memorable about it either. I usually lean towards thrillers over mysteries, so I knew I was a bit outside of my comfort zone here, but I was hoping to feel a bit more thrilled by the goings on than I was. Nothing wrong with a classic whodunit, and I can't say I guessed the perpetrator, but I wasn't wowed by the reveals either. The characters also weren't fleshed out enough for my taste, so they were pleasant enough but not as complex as they needed to be for any sort of an emotional connection. Granted, this IS a mystery rather than a drama, but there's always room for this sort of development in my opinion.
Honestly, the author's note at the ending gave some great references to her research, but also explained the the 1920s and the time period as though readers had never heard of it before, so it might feel a bit unnecessary if you're already familiar with the basics, but there are some decent resources listed if you're the researching sort. Sadly, I wonder if I might enjoy delving into nonfiction about the time period more than I enjoyed this particular book. I loved what I saw through the window of the Nightingale, but much like a glitzy outfit that looked better from far away, the spangles on this dress were simply a trick of the light.
3.5 stars