Is it ladylike to say the shit I wanna say? / If I want another, I still gotta make you wait / Do I bite my tongue? Be humble when I feel a way? / 'Cause if you get out of line, I put you in your place (Ladylike – Kiana Ledé).
Finally! With Of Manners and Murder, I’ve found a book that dares to shine a light on the most marginalized minority group of all; brunettes. Okay, that was a joke, because while I admit I raised my eyebrow (just one, like a DreamWorks poster) at how this novel tries to espouse a feminist message without taking into consideration how privilege and class factor into the equation, I still commend the author for trying to tackle being both an action-packed murder mystery and have a strong message about the mistreatment of women throughout history at the same time. It's not easy, and just the fact that this book is able to touch on so many important topics without losing the plot along the way is something to be admired. Oh, I think I kind of got ahead of myself for a second there, because if you couldn’t tell, I thought this book was pretty good! So good that I want to talk about it, so here's the synopsis. The story this time around is that our no nonsense, Jane Austen-esque main character, Violet, has it revealed to her that her eccentric aunt Adelia had been secretly masquerading as the enigmatic Miss Hermione; an advice column that doles out helpful tips to women old and young alike on dealing with any kind of problem ranging from interests of the heart to... well actually, that's mostly it. And now that good ole Auntie Adelia is going traveling with her man, she expects Violet to take over the mantle and give her own unique dose of practical advice out to the adoring public. It's very Bridgerton coded, but where that show's reveal of Lady Whistledown didn't have the effect that they were going for because they tried to make it a "girl boss" moment while also refusing to acknowledge the uncomfortably racist undertones at how this character's privileged high class family and her own terrible gossip almost caused one of the few black women on the cast, her sister in law, to die from a botched abortion, this book however doesn't bother having a secondary mystery surrounding the identity of the secret writer and forgoes pretense all together, as we're given Miss Hermione's identity from the start. But yeah, now Violet has something fun to do! Or at least, it should have been, because after sifting through the mess, Violet quickly becomes embroiled in a murder investigation in a small town, and despite the hurdles the obscenely amoral medical malpractice of the era, Violet will stop at nothing to find out the truth and serve justice to a victim that would have otherwise become a footnote in a long history of forgotten women.
So yeah, I liked this! And that will stay true even though I’ll probably spend most of my time talking about the little things that kept me from leaving a glowing review. Like the fact that Violet is this steadfast and practical woman in a time when that wasn’t seen as realistic or even safe for a woman to be, and she stays as such throughout the novel until she randomly falls head-over-heels for some dude two hundred pages in who acts exactly like all the men she’s detested for the entire novel? It was an odd addition considering the big reveal about his identity (slight spoilers) is that he’s a damn Pinkerton!? Ew, and also… yuck. I thought we were done with trying to sugar coat their image after that one terrible Emily Blunt show about "The First Female Pinkerton" or whatever. The funny thing is that I’m always keeping an eye out for a romance side-plot, but I don’t know if I’ve ever read a book that needed one less than Of Manners and Murder! Violet is a modern woman in a time that doesn’t appreciate that fact and disinterested by romance as a whole, so by having her settle for the exact kind of man who shares the same misogynistic viewpoints as everybody else in the setting while masking it under the pretense of chivalry, it not only diminishes her agency, but also implies an underlying message that she just needed “the right man” to “complete” her. Nonetheless, if you’re just looking for a simple enough mystery that hints at the fact that it’s saying something without ever divulging exactly what that is, then Of Manners and Murder it a totally satisfying read! I mean, I read it quickly enough, and every time I put it down, it wasn’t long before it was back in my hands. That’s got to count for something, right? Though, sometimes I do get tired of the formulaic nature of the mystery genre in general, because it’s always “investigate, investigate, investigate, big reveal,” and it would be nice if they’d switch it up a little bit every now and then! Sure, there’s a lot of comfort in knowing that you’ll never read a mystery with too many unanswered questions at the end, but just know that if I ever happen to write a mystery book, the spoiler twist will be that the killer was the main character or their love-interest, and then they'll just decide to bury the thing and stay together. Dun Dun Dunnn! And it wouldn’t have a dork ass ending like All Your Twisted Secrets by Diana Urban where the whole thing is a lesson in responsibility and accountability or whatever, it’d be very Gone Girl.
Otherwise, while I do think this book does a valiant effort in examining feminism through a historical lens, I couldn’t help but feel like there was an overbearing voice of privilege that clouded the narrative and kept me from really taking anything the book was trying to say too seriously. You have all the benefit of hindsight, and these characters are all still basically just a bunch of condescending rich folk who care about women's issues, but only if their women they deem worthy of their consideration. There’s this book called Sarah’s Key that about a woman who finds the diary of a girl who lived through the Holocaust, and the book would go back and forth between the harrowing experience this young girl went through… and some Eat, Pray, Love journalist lady trying to find a sexy French boyfriend. It had a total tonal whiplash when it would switch perspectives every single chapter and really made for a worse reading experience overall, let alone just a worse book in my opinion. But wait, I don’t know why that specific book came to mind… hm, it’s a real thinker. Oh yeah, it’s because Violet’s sister Sephora was very annoying and her first world problems weren't charming or cute or even "fondly irritating," but rather a complete buzzkill and often forced the narrative to a grinding halt. Sorry, but I really don’t care about all of her little "rebellious" escapades while her sister’s much more interesting point-of-view chapters has her solving a damn murder! Sephora also does the whole infantilizing, Ariana Grande “baby voice” thing, and even though this book has no sound, I could still hear the Wicked press tour in my ear with perfect clarity like I had The Black Phone bolted to my wall. She's the Agatha from Simon Snow of this book, because every time she’d get a point-of-view chapter, I’d have to skim through it because I couldn’t for the life of me find the resolve to read through her little goo goo gaga problems! It doesn’t help that she gets scammed by some obvious scammer and loser dude who literally pulls the same exact move as Jennifer Lopez’s shitty husband from the movie Enough where he has his friend act sus so he can come in and play the hero. Come on, that’s the oldest trick in the book Sephora, we’ve all seen the movie Enough. Like, keep up! I don't know, and this is coming from a fellow youngest sibling, but I just always find annoying little sibling characters to be a deal-breaker for me whenever they take up too much space in a story. Crazy, Stupid, Love was unwatchable for me for this exact reason! Anyway, even though the enthusiasm dies a little bit more each time, I feel like I should keep reiterating (for myself mostly), but I did enjoy this book. As a mystery? Of Manners and Murder is a wonderfully breezy read that occupies the mind and keeps you guessing at every page! But as a romance… I’m afraid it’s about as baffling and aura-less as anything that can be found in the worst pages of a Nicholas Sparks novel.
“I shouldn’t be so suspicious.”
“I have no such compunction. I am happy to be suspicious enough for the both of us.”