As always, this is a spoiler-free review. Enjoy!
I’ve been having a hard time reading lately.
I’m not alone—the time and attention that careful reading requires are difficult to muster up when your emotional energy is being tugged at from all sides, as is wont to happen during a time of national and international crisis.
I’ve made slow progress through a few books and abandoned others (don’t hate me for not getting into Where The Crawdads Sing!) but the first book in some time to really capture my energy was this one, The 7 ½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle (published as The 7 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle outside of the USA) by Stuart Turton. I read it in about two days, mostly in long sessions curled up in a chair, taking it in as quickly as I could while still giving each scene thorough attention.
The premise is intriguing: in order to solve a murder at Blackheath manor, our protagonist Aiden Bishop relives the day of the crime over and over, each day in a new body, for eight days. If he discovers the name of the murderer, he will be freed from this cycle. Should he fail, his memories are wiped and he begins the cycle anew.
As a fan of Black Mirror, Agatha Christie novels, and of course the movie Groundhog Day, a synopsis of the book was enough to pull me in, but the writing kept me compelled. As our amnesiac narrator struggles to figure out who he is and what his task is, the narrative becomes expansive. A large cast of characters each prove to have fascinating secrets of their own, and as the plot thickens and time begins to run out, the urgency I felt as a reader increased.
I was able to guess a few of the plot twists before their reveals, which was sometimes satisfying and sometimes disappointing. Still, the book had many surprises, most of which were paced evenly and foreshadowed enough that I never felt too jarred by them. However, the final tenth of the book or so did feel like a bit of a letdown. A fascinating, elaborate puzzle had been set up and just as the finale was beginning to take shape in my mind, some reveals were inserted too abruptly for my taste.
I felt like the story demanded some degree more understanding of the machinations behind the time loop at Blackheath, and what the world outside of Blackheath looked like. I’m not one to complain about a well-wrought open ending, and far be it from me to insist that every detail be spelled out for me, but because of the time and energy that went into establishing the first four hundred pages of the book, the payoff to the murder’s solution felt a little hollow. The stakes changed scale drastically in the final chapters, leaving the original story feeling almost entirely disconnected from its ending. Too many of the final reveals felt as though they were inserted solely for shock factor. A truly satisfying mystery should feel inevitable in retrospect, but the chaos that made the majority of the book so interesting could not be mitigated in such a short span and also allow for the introduction of new themes.
My one other complaint is that the same final section of the story that began to expand upon the outer world did so with a heavy-handed moral message. I believe that stories should reflect the worlds in which they are created, and that morals often emerge naturally from the best stories. This one, however, did not feel as though it developed over the course of the story, as it hinged on information revealed at a late stage. The actual lessons which I perceived developing from the text—that perspective drastically shifts how we think about those around us, that money is often a corrupting influence, that trusting others and sticking to our morals when they are challenged is the true test of character—immediately receded beneath a different sort of statement about justice and forgiveness (which I won’t say more about at risk of spoiling the book).
Despite these flaws, I still gave this book 4 stars on Goodreads, as the majority of its plot and text were cleverly crafted, posing big universal questions and having immense fun with its vague historical setting, characters, and social mores. I definitely credit this book with getting me out of a quarantine-induced reading slump, and I hope that whatever I read next is even half as engaging.