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Daily Mail
18-07-2025
- Entertainment
- Daily Mail
Jamie Buxton picks July's sci fi and fantasy: Stone and Sky by Ben Aaronovitch, The Man Who Died Seven Times by Yasuhiko Nishizawa, A Theory of Dreaming by Ava Reid
Stone and Sky is available now from the Mail Bookshop Stone and Sky by Ben Aaronovitch (Orion £20, 416pp) One of the plates Aaronovitch keeps spinning is Detective Peter Grant's jazz-loving parents. In this umpteenth addition to the Rivers Of London series, it's clear there's something jazzy in what he does: revisiting much loved tropes, yet always coming up with new and wonderful ideas. Peter and River Goddess Bev are in Scotland for a seaside holiday but then a black panther appears, then a dead man with gills and, effortlessly, we're off with a story that packs in oil rigs – sorry – platforms, psycho seagulls, greedy multinationals and sapphic mermaids. The gang assembles once again, and we put the book down a little bit happier than when we started. The Man Who Died Seven Times by Yasuhiko Nishizawa (Pushkin Vertigo £14.99, 288pp) Detective fiction runs to strict timetables – not so much why-whodunit as when- whodunit. It takes a deliciously tricksy mind to turn that idea inside out and add a time-travel element. From the title onwards, this brilliantly intricate mystery has it all: a family gathering, a country house, the murder of a patriarch and a fortune to inherit. Teenager Hisataro has not done badly from his habit of living occasional days multiple times – exam retakes for one thing. But his grandfather's murder, replayed seven-fold, forces him to unpick the causes of an old family feud and work out who did the old man in. Hugely entertaining and satisfyingly twisty. A Theory of Dreaming by Ava Reid (Del Rey £18.99, 416pp) Effy and Preston are both outsiders in the prestigious University of Llyr. Preston's people are at war with the Llyrians and it's only his brilliance that has secured him a place. Effy, meanwhile, is the first woman to be admitted to her course but she can't stop rocking the boat. Literature matters in Llyr – its founding myths are enshrined in epic poems, and the authors enshrined in glass tombs. So when Effy starts asking questions . . . This emotional conclusion to A Study In Drowning centres on exclusion and bigotry but is fuelled by passion and determination. An academic treat, gowned in gothic darkness.
New York Times
09-04-2025
- Entertainment
- New York Times
Criminally Good New Murder Mysteries
The Mystery of the Crooked Man Sometimes you know immediately that a book is going to get under your skin and stay there. I felt that way only a few pages into Spencer's tart debut, THE MYSTERY OF THE CROOKED MAN (Pushkin Vertigo, 319 pp., paperback, $18.95), which vaults the reader into the world of Agatha Dorn, an irritable archivist and passionate devotee of mystery fiction — particularly the work of Gladden Green (think Agatha Christie through a fun-house mirror.) When Agatha discovers what appears to be a lost manuscript by Green, one with the potential to tilt the author's legacy on its axis, she becomes famous. It's not long before 'The Dog's Ball,' as the book is called, is revealed to be a hoax. Then Agatha's ex-girlfriend — who had warned her to 'be careful' with the manuscript — dies by suicide. Or did she? Agatha, who's been canceled, thinks otherwise. Is Agatha 'a crazy woman, haphazardly but unmistakably drifting down and out, sick, unemployed, drunk, obsessed with solving a murder that had never occurred?' Or 'a maverick, pursuing truth and justice … even at the cost of [her] own well-being?' Maybe she's both. Murder at Gulls Nest Nora Breen, the plucky, practical sleuth in MURDER AT GULLS NEST (Atria, 323 pp., $28.99) has checked into the Gulls Nest boardinghouse in an English seaside town in 1954. She's there to find her friend Frieda, who has been writing faithfully to her each week until, abruptly, she doesn't. Ominously, Frieda's last letter had concluded, 'I believe every one of us at Gulls Nest is concealing some kind of secret — I shall make it my business to find out and so I shall finally have something riveting to write to you, dear friend!' Nora arrives at Gulls Nest with some secrets of her own, such as the fact that she spent 30 years as a Carmelite nun, Sister Agnes of Christ. To investigate her friend's disappearance, Nora must leave behind the part of herself that clamored for the solitude of a religious order and live fully in the world, embracing its chaos. It isn't easy, especially when another guest at Gulls Nest turns up dead, poisoned by cyanide. Frieda's handkerchief is tucked into one of his pockets. Kidd's turn to cozy mysteries after several genre-stretching novels is a welcome one that tantalizes the prospect of more installments. As Nora adroitly observes, 'There's work to be done and deductions to be made.' Midnight in Soap Lake Sullivan is channeling 'Twin Peaks' in his latest novel, MIDNIGHT IN SOAP LAKE (Hanover Square Press, 409 pp., $28.99). Not only because of the Pacific Northwest setting, but because of the spookiness that permeates the narrative, thanks to a mineral-filled lake imbued with potentially otherworldly properties and a mythic, creepy figure called 'TreeTop' who has terrorized the area for decades. Abigail and her scientist husband, Eli, have just moved to Soap Lake. Having expected 'ferns and rain, ale and slugs, Sasquatch and wool,' she's somewhat disconcerted to find they'll be living in the desert, 'scabby with dark basalt, bristled with the husks of flowers.' Not long after Eli decamps to Poland for some research, she's on a walk when she encounters a terrified little boy, caked in dried blood. It turns out his mother, Esme, has been murdered. That night, when Abigail gets home, a strange man wearing goggles, his mouth 'shrouded in white fabric,' taps on her window with a latex-gloved finger. Is it TreeTop? As he moves back and forth in time between Esme's childhood in Soap Lake and Abigail's present-day sleuthing, Sullivan evokes the richness of a small-town community as well as the secrets-filled uneasiness simmering just below its placid surface. Vera Wong's Guide to Snooping (on a Dead Man) I appreciate the recent uptick in books featuring sleuths of a seasoned age, particularly ones as prickly, opinionated and delightful as Vera Wong, who returns for her second outing in VERA WONG'S GUIDE TO SNOOPING (ON A DEAD MAN)(Berkley, 324 pp., paperback, $19). After the thrill of investigating a homicide case in 'Vera Wong's Unsolicited Advice for Murderers,' all Vera wants is to be surrounded by family — biological and chosen — in her beloved Bay Area tea shop, where she can dispense food, drink and advice (lots of it, mostly unsolicited). There's just one problem: She's bored. 'Sometimes, all an old lady wants is a murder to solve. Is that too much to ask for?' Then Vera meets a young woman rattled by the disappearance of a friend who, it turns out, is the social media influencer Xander Lin. It soon transpires that he has died in murky circumstances, and everything about him — real name, money sources, family background — is made up. Vera, undaunted, assembles a crew of friends and begins to unearth the dark secrets at the heart of Xander's short life. Further adventures cannot arrive fast enough.
