When I finally finished this book I was so annoyed … … well, let’s just say in my defense, I was able to catch the book on its first bounce off the wall. Anyone who writes a book deserves at least one star. Cornwell knows a lot about fires and autopsies. Most of the book is about those. The protagonist, Kay, does a lot of autopsies and investigates a lot of fires, many by way of flashbacks. None of them even pretend to have anything to do with the storyline. Cornwell likes minutia. If she were writing about an interview with me, before the first question the reader would get the following: On left corner of Glen’s cheap, pressed-wood Stanton desk is a paperback copy of “Point of Origin” by Patricia Cornwell. It is sitting askew on an annual property tax bill from the County of San Bernardino. Next to that are several business cards from various officials of US Bank spread haphazardly. There is a wire handled magnifying glass. To the left of the glass are several credit card charge slips. Near the far corner on the left is a brass key from the Chi Epsilon Fraternity, an honor fraternity for Civil Engineers. Next to that is a six-inch diameter globe of the Earth. Next to that is a marble business card holder decorated with small brass elephant heads holding cards advertising Glen’s Neandertal trilogy. On the desk in front of the card holder are tickets to California Theater for the upcoming musical, “Evita.” Okay, I’m going to give you a break and not describe the right side of the desk. If you are reading a mystery and I’m a main character, several of those items could be important clues. However, if you have placed them in your memory to help you solve the case, you will be disappointed to find out that Glen is really not a part of the story, neither he, nor the junk on his desk, nor the information gleaned from the interview will appear in the book again. You have wasted your time and valuable memory space. Page after page we learn about fires and autopsies and every bit of minutia Kay comes across in her travels. We also learn about her niece, her lover, and a female murderer she sent to a mental institution where she is being held until her murder trial comes up.
It all starts with a letter from the woman in the mental institution that is highly coded and impossible to understand – this is actually a great start for a mystery – the best part of the book. Then there is a fire where a beautiful blonde is killed and burned to death along with a herd of expensive horses. Kay and her co-characters go through experiences that tell the reader about them. This is good background and character development, except after learning a few things about the characters, they continue to do stuff, but it all only confirms what we have already learned. Cornwell keeps giving us details about fires and autopsies, and minutia, but nothing new – the story doesn’t move. Cornwell decides to really impress us with her medical knowledge by blending in statements like, “… kidneys show hyperosmolar vacuolization of the proximal convoluted tubular lining cells. Meaning, instead of cuboidal pink, they're clear, bulging and enlarged.” Kay calls a father to inform him of the results of the autopsy on his son. “Your son's cause of death was acute pneumonia due to acute diabetic ketoacidosis due to acute onset of diabetes mellitus. I'm sorry for your pain, Mr. Quinn.” This poor guy is a member Christian Science Church – you can pretty well bet he is not going to be familiar with those kinds of medical terms. Then there are all kinds of suspicious, childish actions like someone ordering a pizza delivery to Kay’s house, but it turns out none of them are connected with the plot. Though an occasional clue to the crime is woven in, it’s obvious that the story is not moving, the characters are not developing, and nothing is going on but page count.
Speaking of page count – on page 281 the actual story begins – it will basically end on page 392 – only 110 pages left. However, Cornwell cannot stop stalling it with descriptions of minutia, so there are actually only about 60 to 70 pages of story. What we have is a short story that could possibly be stretched to a novella. Ultimately, the conclusion was totally unsatisfactory. I won’t be a spoiler and tell you what it is. On top of that there are many questions unanswered. For instance, one character has built up a collection of items over a period of decades beginning in Ireland and then all around the United States. Each of these items requires special care, especially when it is shipped someplace. There is no question the collector has spent an incredible amount of time and money amassing the collection, caring for it, and moving it around. At the end, he simply walks away from it, with no effort whatsoever to preserve it and there is no reason why he couldn’t, though he would have had to leave pictures of the individual items to be found as part of the plot. In Cornwell’s defense, she has fans.