gosh. what to say, what to say? how do I react to 149 pages of Mystery that inherently suggest there could not possibly be a logical explanation for any of this?! crazy plotting--John Dickson Carr "impossible crimes" scenarios gone berserk. very "Golden Age"--reminds me of Death in the Tunnel and The Mystery of the Skeleton Key, both from earlier this year--in that the puzzle is all, and characterization is in the backseat; two amateur detectives in 1979 attempt to finally solve an unsolvable murder from 1936, in Japan...and we really only get to know those two guys as their conversations about the tragedy occasionally revert to banter that reveals their personalities. oh, and I said murder, but I meant murders: one murder in a locked room, then a second horrible slaying that may or may not be related to the original crime, and then finally, and most gruesomely, six murders to procure body parts for a demented art project linked to Astrology, planned by the fellow who was killed first, months before. so he's gone as a suspect (um, maybe), and his secret notes on his planned ritual murders (of family members!), were just that, secret. so what the hell is going on! I don't know.
this is captivating Mystery reading. who did all this killing? and why?