In the running for one of my Best Reads of 2025. Witty dialogue with clever plot twists and nuanced commentary on complicated family dynamics. It starts very simply: writer Ern is retrospectively narrating his family reunion at an Australian ski resort. He starts out conversationally, assuring the reader about the veracity of his story:
"So I’ll strive to do the opposite. Call me a reliable narrator. Everything I tell you will be the truth, or, at least, the truth as I knew it to be at the time that I thought I knew it. Hold me to that."
It is soon obvious, however, that the 'reliable narrator' premise will be stretched to its limit. Ern is not above using generous foreshadowing:
"Of course, this isn’t a novel. All of this happened to me. But I do, after all, wind up with a murder to solve. Several, actually. Though I’m getting ahead of myself."
There's a lot of this in the beginning, but thankfully, Ern settles down as the events get under way. Still, he isn't above a callback reminder:
"A quarter past eleven. If you’re keeping track of the chapter numbers, you’ll know someone is supposed to die right about now. They just did, but I haven’t found out about it yet."
I actually appreciated the degree to which Stevenson uses this premise. Our society has developed such an emphasis on the concept of 'spoilers' that it is rather fun to have a broad view of events and yet be surprised by how it plays out.
"It sounds like I’ll reveal later on that she’s been dead the whole time, because that’s what happens in these kinds of books, but that’s not the case. She was driving up the next day [redacted for a twist] Besides, the chapter numbers don’t line up."
The challenge with a story like this is to balance the cleverness and entertaining tone with suitable emotion, and Stevenson nails it here. I actually read the second book in the series, Everyone on This Train is a Suspect, first and thought that balance wasn't quite achieved. Here we have Ern wrestling with guilt and loyalty, hopeful anticipations for reconciliation(s), and cynicism with human behavior, and it worked really well for me.
"I’d brought it in case he asked about it. I’d told Sofia I planned on handing it over for accountability, to try to keep myself from backing out."
Of course, it helps when there are moments of evocative writing, particularly useful at bringing the atmosphere at the ski resort to life:
"The temperature had continued to drop, trying to snake its way into the room; I could almost feel the breath of the glass pulsing against the indoor heating."
That writing helps convey the horror of a murder:
"I only saw a black lump of a shadow that looked more like a hole in the world than an actual body"
It definitely was a lot of fun, and a book I didn't want to put down. The humor, clever plotting, and writing all have me thinking I could re-read this, so I'm rounding up to five stars.
"I imagined the sign had a comma, so it instead read, SKY LODGE MOUNTAIN, RETREAT!, which I thought was good advice ahead of a Cunningham get-together."