Review: "Mrs. Christie at the Mystery Guild Library," Chapman

Victoria “Tory” Van Dyne enjoys her life as a book conservator at the Mystery Guild Library in Manhattan. Her grandmother left the townhouse to the library, reserving the top two floors for Tory’s cozy apartment, complete with a view of Washington Square.

True, she’s something of a recluse (she survived a traumatic event revealed only toward the end of the book), and her wealthy, high-society family can be exhausting. But she has good friends in her colleague, librarian Adrian, and her cousin Nic, who talks like a Valley Girl but has a genuinely kind heart.

Tory also inherited a closet full of very cool couture items — pieces she could never afford on a conservator’s salary, especially since her father lost his share of the family fortune.

And then there is the library’s showpiece: a replica of Agatha Christie’s study at Greenway, her summer home in Devon.

The icing on the cake comes when Tory walks into this special room and finds a woman “wearing well-polished brogues, sensible tweeds, five strands of big fat pearls and a hat like a deflated soufflé.” The woman identifies herself as Agatha Christie.

Moreover, she’s there to solve a murder.

An attempted killing quickly presents itself. Someone has poisoned Bertram, the pug belonging to Nic’s agent, Howard. Bertie survives, and Mrs. Christie helps unravel what happened. But soon Howard is pushed under a subway train…

Tory, Adrian, and Nic — with assistance from Mrs. Christie, who appears in the library when she feels like it (usually at opportune moments) — begin investigating. Naturally, the police get involved, particularly Detective Sebastian Mendez-Cruz, quickly dubbed “the hot detective.” Tory is intrigued. But is the detective dazzled by her beautiful — if somewhat spacy — cousin?

The group is joined by a young Irish girl, Mairaid, whose father is teaching at nearby New York University. Interested in book conservation, she eagerly takes notes at meetings of what she has dubbed “Agatha Incorporated.” She also owns a Yorkie named Tony — just like the real Mrs. Christie once did.

Hmm. The real Mrs. Christie. In life, Agatha was technically Mrs. Mallowan, and that is how Tory introduces her. Because she is not entirely certain whether “Mrs. Christie” is an eccentric impostor — or the Queen of Crime herself, visiting from the afterlife.

A second murder and another attempted homicide keep Agatha Inc. — along with the hot detective — moving briskly forward.

This book is a great deal of fun and a joy for Christie fans. Each chapter opens with a quotation from one of Christie’s works. “I admit,” says Arthur Hastings, “that a second murder in a book often cheers things up.” (The A.B.C. Murders) Tory, Adrian, and of course, Mrs. Christie frequently trade apt lines from the oeuvre as well. Poison — Christie’s favorite fictional murder weapon — features prominently.

The literary milieu adds further pleasure. Adrian and Tory discuss CrimeReads articles. A gala at the New York Public Library plays a major role. A subplot explores the rare book world.

My one quibble is that I finished the novel still unclear about what, exactly, the Mystery Guild Library is meant to be. There is, of course, the Mystery Guild mail-order book club for thriller fans (I own several vintage copies myself), but this fictional institution does not seem directly connected. Perhaps that mystery will be addressed in a sequel. If so, I’ll gladly return — because spending time in this literary Manhattan townhouse, with a spectral master of misdirection on the case, is a thoroughly entertaining prospect.

Review: “The List of Suspicious Things,” Jennie Godfrey

How can a novel in which the Yorkshire Ripper looms be so warm and heartfelt?

Yet The List of Suspicious Things is exactly that.

It is 1980. Twelve-year-old Miv lives in a mill town in Yorkshire. Margaret Thatcher is prime minister. The mills are closing. The economy is bleak. And someone is killing women in her county.

At home, Miv’s mother has suffered a nervous breakdown. Aunty Jean — her father’s brisk, practical sister — runs the household while Austin, Miv’s dad, wonders whether moving away might help his wife recover.

The idea terrifies Miv. How could she leave her best friend, Sharon? In the logic of a determined twelve-year-old, there is only one solution: if they can catch the Ripper, her family won’t have to move.

The girls begin compiling a list of “suspicious” people in their neighborhood. Miv keeps meticulous notes. They start with Omar Bashir, a Pakistani immigrant who runs the corner shop, but soon form a friendship with him and his son, Ishquiel. Their suspicions widen to include Arthur, a lonely widower, and his daughter Helen — a librarian. “Uncle” Raymond from church makes the list, as does one of their teachers. Even Miv’s father is not exempt.

What begins as childish sleuthing slowly becomes something more complicated. The girls uncover secrets. They make unlikely friendships. They also wander into places they shouldn’t — including an abandoned factory — and attract the attention—and anger — of two classmates dabbling in National Front ideology.

Tragedy strikes more than once. But at its heart, this novel is not about the Ripper. It is about girlhood — about friendship, loyalty, prejudice, and a child’s fierce hope that she can somehow set a broken world right. It is about how we are all always learning how the world works.

By the end of the book, the Yorkshire Ripper — Peter Sutcliffe — is arrested during a routine traffic stop. He had murdered thirteen women and attacked seven others. The people of Yorkshire breathe sighs of relief and move on. As does Miv.

She is thirteen by the end of the book. She has endured loss. She has learned hard truths about judging people, about kindness, and about who deserves to be feared. But she has also grown braver and more certain of herself. The reader has rooted for her every step of the way.

Review: "Evensong," Stewart O'Nan

Set in a lovingly described Pittsburgh, Evensong quietly follows the lives of four friends: Emily, her sister-in-law Arlene, and Kitzi are all in their late eighties; Suzie, the youngest at sixty-three, is newly divorced. Together they belong to the “Humpty-Dumpty Club”—older people watching out for one another, patching up life’s woes as best they can.

When Joan, the indomitable and unofficial leader of the group, falls down the stairs and breaks both a leg and an arm, the balance shifts. Almost by default, Kitzi becomes the point person. From there the novel unfolds in short, episodic chapters told from alternating viewpoints, almost like linked short stories.

Each woman carries her own burdens. Emily struggles with a complicated family history, particularly her relationship with her daughter Margaret, a recovering alcoholic. Kitzi is caring for her husband Martin, whose heart problems loom ominously, even as she becomes entangled in helping Jean and Gene, retired music professors living in a hoarding situation—complete with dozens of cats. Arlene’s memory is slipping in unsettling ways. Suzie, dealing with chronic back pain, leans a little too heavily on painkillers while experimenting with online dating.

Pittsburgh itself feels like a fully realized character, as does Calvary Episcopal Church. The women are deeply involved in the life of the parish, especially its rich ecclesiastical music tradition. Suzie is the only one still performing, but the shared rituals of worship and music give the novel its title and its emotional architecture. Evensong becomes both a time of day and a metaphor for this late chapter of life—a moment of gathering, reflection, and grace.

O’Nan is particularly strong with everyday realism and telling detail. There are laugh-out-loud moments that feel absolutely earned, like Suzie caring for Joan’s aloof cat, Oscar, who initially runs off but later accepts friendship. Then Oscar gets sick from the seaweed treats in a Trader Joe’s Advent calendar for cats that Suzie has purchased for him. Arlene’s uneasy experience dog-sitting Emily’s puppy, Angus, rings true. Kitzi, preparing lunch for Martin, surveys his turkey bacon, soy mayo, and keto bread sandwich with quiet chagrin. It’s all “fake” food. These small observations resonate with the reader.

One especially memorable chapter shows all the characters reacting, from their different vantage points, to a blimp flying overhead to promote a Steelers game—a lovely demonstration of how shared experience can crack beautifully, like a kaleidoscope, into individual meaning.

The novel spans fall through the holidays, and the preparations, minor triumphs, and inevitable disappointments of that season are handled with warmth and restraint. I enjoyed spending time with these characters and found their situations deeply recognizable.

My one hesitation is age. In my experience, many of these challenges—serious physical decline, caregiving strain, cognitive slippage—often begin earlier, in the early eighties. At eighty-eight, should these characters still be driving? O’Nan seems quietly aware of this question; Suzie frequently offers rides, perhaps a subtle acknowledgment of the issue.

Still, Evensong succeeds because it neither sentimentalizes nor dramatizes aging. And it ends beautifully, with a sense of communal endurance rather than tidy resolution.

This is a thoughtful, humane novel—one that made me laugh, nod in recognition, and linger on its final, resonant chord.

Review: "The Favorites," Layne Fargo

Just in time for the 2026 Winter Olympics—it’s that amazing ice dancing team, Shaw and Rocha!

When Katarina Shaw, as a young girl, watches Sheila Lin win an Olympic gold medal for ice dancing, she knows she wants that life. She also wants Heath Rocha by her side.

Yes—Kat and Heath. Surely Emily Brontë would have something to say about such a pairing.

Layne Fargo’s story unfolds not on the wild Yorkshire moors but in a nondescript Chicago suburb, a utilitarian Illinois skating rink—and then Los Angeles, Russia, Paris, and anywhere skaters skate and Olympics are held. That’s Kat and Heath’s journey.

Did the quiet, handsome foster child—eventually taken in by Kat’s father—truly want to be part of an elite ice-dancing couple? It’s hard to say. He loves Kat and wants to be part of her world, and Kat is a force to be reckoned with.

The Favorites is long on drama and shorter on characterization, yet it’s populated by intriguing people. Kat is tempestuous, to say the least. Her feistiness gets her noticed by the great Sheila Lin, now a coach and the mother of skating twins Garrett and Isabella. Sheila is a cool, controlled “ice queen.” Garrett is a mensch, while Bella is sharper-edged—competitive and occasionally scheming. Still, Bella and Kat become friends. Kat always has her eye on the next rung of the ladder; Bella espouses a philosophy of keeping one’s enemies close.

Chapters told from Kat’s point of view alternate with commentary from an “unauthorized documentary” about Shaw and Rocha. These voices include an uptight skating judge, a flamboyant former skater turned blogger, Sheila herself, and Lin’s former partner and chief rival, the Russian Veronika Volkova. Volkova now coaches her niece, ensuring that tensions ripple into the next generation.

The documentary segments add a smirky, knowing layer to the narrative and neatly foreshadow events—of which there are many. The plot’s ups and downs are as dizzying as the twizzles (intricate twirls) the ice dancers perform at the height of their programs. Shaw and Rocha are together. Then they’re not. Then they are again. There’s deception. There’s blood. There are passionate kisses on the ice.

Whoa, baby.

This book is a lot of fun. I did occasionally find myself thinking, What is driving Kat? Why is Heath so passive? But then I’d turn the page. Suddenly it seemed more important to see whether love could survive, friendships could be mended, characters could come out of the closet—and, yes, whether medals could be won.