I can't usually say that I'm reading something unlike anything I've ever read before, but while I was reading this novel - and wasn't plagued by the titular Van Halen song - I could say that. Panama is equal parts detective story, literary fiction, and historical fiction. It is intriguing and well-written with genuinely intriguing themes hiding in the subtext, and it may just wind up as my book of the month, although that will probably be up to Piranesi; it's a shame that Eric Zencey only ever wrote one novel. Now, this is no flawless book, and while I don't think it's a masterpiece, it does bear reading and discussing. I suppose I must explain myself now.
First of all, this is not my normal fare: I'm a science fiction aficionado, and the only other mysteries I've read this year have been part of Doyle's Sherlock Holmes series. I have read a little more historical fiction than that, and I think this is almost the best example of that I've read this year, with its only rival and superior being McMurtry's Zeke and Ned; but enough namedropping, let's talk about what the book is about.
This book tightly follows Henry Adams, American historian, who - while visiting France - is asked to confirm a dead body's identity. They tell him that the dead body is that of Miriam Talbot, a young painter whom Henry met a little while before. He denies that it's her, and when he tries and find out where she is - and what she has to do with the great financial and political scandal revolving around the funds allocated to build the Panama Canal and their misuse at the hands of Reinarch, who Talbot is said to serve as mistress to - well, the plot thickens. Henry is still grieving over the death of his wife seven years ago as he investigates with help from several police officials, his diplomat friend Hay, and during it all becomes further estranged from the beautiful Elizabeth, a woman who has been tempting him towards the front of an affair for years. The story that results seems a bit dull at first but quickens during the last quarter of the book until you don't want to set it down. The final reveal was both utterly predictable and a bit surprising, depending on which facet of the mystery you were attempting to unravel. I don't want to say much more of the plot for fear of spoilers even though the plot isn't the most important part of this story.
If plot isn't the most important part of this book, what it? I would say: the writing. While I don't know what the average detective writer's prose to be, I don't imagine that it's careful and thoughtful like Zencey's. It uses good language and is generously sprinkled with random asides into Adams' thoughts on history, politics, philosophy, and just random analyses of the goings-on of the Panama Scandal. Lots of reviewers call this book too slow, and while I see what they're saying, I really do think that the writing makes up for it. It's got a certain feel that, while it may not be the most exciting, does definitely agree with me and my taste in prose.
Another element that this book provides in spades is theme; while I don't usually pick apart or particularly care about a novel's themes, I was astute enough to notice the intersect between Henry Adams' mid-life crisis and resistance to change and turn-of-the-century-France's political upheaval was not lost on me. Adams is an interesting character, and one plucked directly from history, like a large part of his book's cast. I'm not quite sure how much of it is accurate - I imagine that the main scandal is conjectured for the sake of the story Zencey wanted to tell, but I suppose I cannot be sure.
All of that being said, this is not a perfect book. Like some reviewers, I do believe that the middle portion is - if not slow - not gripping. It is enjoyable and resonating but never feels like a true work of suspense, like I feel a mystery should be. I didn't feel there was a lot of room to guess and "play along" with our detective. All of that being said, the last portion of the book had all of that in spades, and brought the book's final rating up by a whole point.
What is the final rating, you say? Why, an 8.5 out of 10, good sir. This book has lots of memorable scenes, has very well constructed writing, and tells a pretty good story along with it. It is quite the debut and I wish that Zencey would've written more. I do plan on reading more mystery next year (2023), with the works of Christie and Barr and hopefully Doyle on standby. That being said, this is a worthwhile red for anyone whose tastes bend literary or historical as well, especially when it comes to late 19th-century France. This is one of those cases where expanding my literary palette worked out quite well.