It’s summer and the time is perfect for reading stuff you might not otherwise find yourself reading. As you know, if you are an Okazu Reader, I read just about anything. I’m fond of action and science fiction, and a few summers ago, I read a bunch of classics I had missed as a kid. And of course I read massive amounts of Yuri, which means I am frequently reading romance stories. But here’s my ugly secret  – I really don’t like romance stories! (Not so much of a secret, really, since I’ve been saying I want sports Yuri / action Yuri / science fiction Yuri for about 20 years… But here I am reading mass quantities of the one genre I like least. ^_^; )

As you probably also know, I am very active on Twitter. Despite the many flaws of the platform, both theoretical and practical, I find Twitter to be a breathtakingly fun way to learn from people in all kinds of circles I might never otherwise encounter. Which is how I ended up following romance writer Courtney Milan. She and a number of other non-white romance writers were writing about the (sadly predictable) gatekeeping and racism of white women in the romance publishing industry. I found myself following Milan and a bunch of other PoC romance writers, despite my disinterest in Romance as a reading material for myself, and because of my interest in publishing and in learning about a genre I am largely unfamiliar with.

When Milan posted that she had written a senior lesbian period romance and it was only $2.99 on Kindle I pounced at it so fast I surprised myself. Which is how I found myself reading Mrs. Martin’s Incomparable Adventure. It was delightful.

69 year-old Miss Violetta Beauchamps finds herself in a terrifying position of not only being a superfluous woman, but an unemployed, unemployable, poor, elderly, superfluous woman. She doesn’t like the way that looks. Having been summarily (and fraudulently) fired by the man she’s worked for for decades, Miss Beauchamps concocts a swindle. It’s not a great swindle, but as she’s attempting to swindle an even more elderly lady than herself – a fabulously wealthy woman, a woman who won’t miss a few dozen pounds, which is all she needs to survive – Miss Beauchamps heads off to swindle Mrs. Martin. Only Mrs. Martin, at 73, has a mind like a steel trap. She’s rich, she hates the way Terrible Men (including and especially her Terrible Nephew,) treat women.

What happens is a lovely, ridiculous, absurdly delightful story of class, and sexuality, body image issues and sexism…and sweet, sweet revenge. As Milan states:

Author’s Note: Sometimes I write villains who are subtle and nuanced. This is not one of those times. The Terrible Nephew is terrible, and terrible things happen to him. Sometime villains really are bad and wrong, and sometimes, we want them to suffer a lot of consequences.

The climax of the book was gratifying, to say the least. Exceedingly gratifying.

Ratings:

Overall – 9

You may, like me, not be interested per se in Romance genre novels. But for a fun summer read, one that was satisfying on several levels, and in which Terrible Men get what’s coming to them and the elderly spinster gets the elderly widow and they live happily ever fucking after, it was an absolute delight.

Ellen Hart recently was named a Grandmaster of the Mystery Writer’s Association, a very great honor awarded to her by her peers. She’s written 33 novels, 25 of which are the Jane Lawless mysteries. Jane was one of the first out lesbian detective series that shepherded me through my 30s.  Hers was not a a story of  struggling with being closeted, as was Katherine A Forrest’s Kate Delafield, but she was, like Kate, an accomplished adult woman, with a life and friends (and she just happened to be good at solving mysteries.)

I have a soft spot for lesbian mysteries. It was the first genre of lesbian fiction that I could stand to read. Although a remarkable number of the detectives had shitty relationships and drank too much, in the time honored way of detectives everywhere, these were the first lesbians I had ever seen in popular fiction who existed in my world as lesbians. So I was willing to overlook a bunch of tired tropes. Including shitty relationships and alcoholism. ^_^

The last few Jane Lawless books have been a little uneven. I liked The Grave Soul, which I reviewed here in 2015. The beginning was very strong, but it thinned out a bit as the plot wore on. I didn’t review Fever in the Dark because it was a fine beach read, but nothing to hold on to.  But here I am again, this time reviewing her newest Jane Lawless book, A Whisper of Bones, because it did some very good things and some really not-good things.

To begin with, Minneapolis is now firmly lodged in my mind as a hotbed of creepy family mysteries and murder.  Maybe it’s time to take Jane on the road or it might begin to  affect tourism. ^_^

One of the not-good things is that it is now almost wholly implausible that Jane can run a restaurant and be absent so often and for so long. In this novel she literally walks out during a wine tasting at her restaurant at which the vitner is the guest of honor. I find it hard to believe that this could continue more than a short while before it began to take a toll on the well-being of the restaurant.

Another weak point was Jane’s implied incipient alcoholism in the last two books has just disappeared. And, of course she has a shitty relationship. As horrible as it sounds, I was looking forward to the impending death of her shitty girlfriend, but no luck so far.

The final weak point is one of the characters that fans love best, Jane’s friend Cordelia. In 1990, Cordelia, a kind of femle Oscar Wilde, was a delight. In 2018, she’s a tad wearing. Luckily for this book, she’s also given a lighter, more human touch, which made her less a piece of ornate scenery and more of an actual character.

The good things all revolve around the mystery itself. Hart’s got a great talent at creating creepy, moody set pieces that work out completely differently than  a reader could possibly imagine. And it’s that talent makes this book enjoyable. The right people end up happily, the right people don’t and there’s a bonus “you could not possibly have known” thing that feels a bit like the cherry on top. 

Ratings:

Overall – 8

As a fun bit of winter reading without making me (or allowing me) to work too hard at it, A Whisper of Bones is  a good choice to enjoy some light reading about a lesbian private detective surrounded by death, disease and lies.

Thanks very much to the publishing company, St. Martin’ Press, for the review copy!