In the past that I've really enjoyed Nevada Barr's "Anna Pigeon" series of mysteries. I wanted to pass along a message about the latest release in that series, "Burn." I actually recommend you SKIP this book. I picked it up as a matter of course, and while it has the same kinds of elements that I've enjoyed from the previous novels (e.g., suspense, complex characters, moral ambiguity, etc.), this one wasn't fun to read. The mystery was packed with those elements, yes, but the subject matter, the evil to be fought, was bad enough that it spoiled the enjoyment of the book. I think part of what I enjoy about mystery or suspense novels is trying to think through the mystery, root for the good guys, contemplate their human weaknesses, despise the bad guys, and revel in the defeat or thwarting of their nefarious plans.
This book is about a mother trying to find her two daughters, whom she fears have been kidnapped by people who import/export children into sex trafficking/prostitution. Their hidden lair is a fancy upper-crust brothel in New Orleans, where well-off adults, mostly men, commit depravity on these very very young children in opulent surroundings, protected by the corrupt police. Nevada Barr goes into just enough level of detail to make you feel sick to your stomach as your imagination involuntarily fills in the details and the visuals, a literary strategy that I assume is meant to lend gravitas and urgency to the heroine's mission (Anna Pigeon joins forces with the mother eventually), but really it just takes away any potential enjoyment of the book. Yes, we live in a world where things like this are possible and probable, and I haven't the first clue, or the time, energy, resources, or heart to combat it. That means that I become a passive spectator to the obscenity, even in its imaginary form. Yes, I finished the book, because at the point where I decided I was no longer interested in reading further, I'd invested too much time and thought to be able to not find out how it ended. One hopes for a satisfying conclusion, but with this one it's only partial, and I was left feeling like the conclusion was both a little bit pat, like Nevada Barr just got an email from her editor saying, "time to wrap it up!" and a little bit troubling, because the unmet mastermind escapes scott free, you're not sure the authorities are interested or able to effectively solve any problems, and the relationship between Anna and her new husband, solid good-guy Paul, is left a bit tattered, and totally ambiguous thanks to a mid-phone-call cliffhanger. I hate that.
Anyway, I thought I'd save you the experience, and force the decision by spoiling the book's ending like I just did. One other complaint about the book, which pales in comparison to unspeakable obscenity but contributed greatly to my dissatisfaction with the book, was the heroine's (the mother, not Anna) occasional bouts of TSTL syndrome. Especially prevalent in romance novels, but certainly well-known in the mystery/suspense genre, TSTL syndrome stands for "Too Stupid To Live." There are times when the mother, especially in crucial periods of life/death importance, devolves into this brain-dead moron who, by sheer dint of abject stupidity, nearly manages to ruin everything. There were times when I wanted to reach into the book, grab this lady by the shoulders, and shake her hard, while shouting "oh for god's sake COME ON!!!" just to get things moving. I don't know why Nevada Barr went with this characterization, but as a literary device, I always find it infuriating. There are better ways to create suspense.
I think I'm going to try to read something a little bit saccharin and frivolous to wash the taste out of my brain. Maybe one of my 16th century Scottish highlander sweeping romances, where the women are strong, the men are good looking, and all the children are unmolested. Ugh.