The Department of Rare Books and Special Collections
Ratings14
Average rating3.2
I read someone else's review that said they really wanted to like this book, but couldn't. I feel the same way. Fifty percent in I really wanted to stop. It's boring in long stretches and the main character is not likable at all. She criticizes her adult daughter for talking with her mouth full while she herself is basically a high functioning drunk. She hates the students at the university...but she's chosen to live and work in a university town. She's so self centered she doesn't bother to contact the wife of her colleague of 40 years who's had a stroke, or the husband of another one who has disappeared, or really worry that said colleague hasn't shown up for work until a week later. And has surprisingly little guilt that she blew the woman off when she looked like she was having a nervous breakdown.
It's like all the bad stereotypes of academics were put unironically into this book. All the men are bumbling idiots. All the women are portrayed as knowing everything from the beginning with no flaws. The “villain” is made so though his crime seems more a security problem than a true crime, but he's a man so he's vilified. Men can't have affairs but it's fine for the women. Ugh. I just wanted this book to end. I think the author might have done alright if she had forgotten about writing a mystery and done what she seemed to want to be writing about, which is late middle aged relationships. And if she had left the one dimensional characters and “down with the patriarchy and rich people!” stuff at the door.
Books, libraries, and academia sounded wonderful. Came off as trite and petty.
