Five full, unalterable, and perfect stars to Singing to the Dead, a mystery that is tricky to sub-categorise. I went in not expecting anything, and I am going in this review without preparing anything clever or piquing to say.
This book should be read by mystery lovers around the world. But it will not be read by many. It will be a quiet group of fans that will swear by the author, Caro Ramsay. With books like this I am glad I did not pick a different hobby other than reading.
Reading a book like this will give you enjoyment for hours without respite. Imagining gardening without rest for hours with no abatement in strength. Or skateboarding with no accidents, for 4 or 5 hours. Reading this book made me ultra happy for these 4 hours.
When I see people lining up to pick their books that are dictated by flavours of the month, or by a BookTuber guru, I say screw the hype. I have my own perfectly suitable handpicked books that are rarely in NYT lists, or hosted by the Oprah Club or some other lower key mod.
So yeah, I enjoyed this book like I devoured a tub of ice cream, without the ailment of excess calories. And I loved the book without stop. If Caro Ramsay writes a similar book in her Anderson and Costello series, I will be amazed and happy.
This book has skyrocketed into my top 20 best books list. Either Plum Island will disappear, the book by Nelson Demille, or The Greek Coffin Mystery, by Ellery Queen. Singing to the Dead is better than these two. Plum Island had one thing that Singing does not. Humour. But Singing is relentless in its quality.
All I am saying is, there are many ways of choosing your books. Why pick the ones that do the entire work for you? Reading is supposed to be a solitary activity. Since what precise point in history has it reared, butchered and offered individuality to the altar of society. At one point, people have decided that discussing about reading is a lucrative business, and a healthy activity. It is not. Not when you come across books like this one.
People say, choose this way of selecting books. Or that one. The most idiotic book list is the 1001 Books to Read before you DIE one. It is a con job that combines the musky fear of dying with herd behaviour. Who the hell wants to read books that everyone reads? Do you want to live a life that is the copy of thousand other drones?
That was a tangent. Point is, I have a trajectory that is influenced by the desire to share, and that to hoard. If the book doesn't garner many more readers - which is what is certain to happen - then I'm very happy too. I am going to close my eyes tonight with the characters, especially the cops, of this book sharing space in my head.
Finally, I think that books will get better with age as each author recycles the best devices in books with better colours. Books have improved over with age. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Books are the ultimate high for the mind. The best ones are those that set our imagination afire, and keep us aglow.