A Novel Murder by E.C. Nevin (2025)
After what wore me down with its slow tedious beginnings, 'A Novel Murder' turned itself around to become a pleasant,witty and fun surprise.
At first it started as another 'oh-here-we-go-again'. Another gathering of mystery writers with an actual real killer among them. Usually with this trope, I'd expect a lot of snappy, cutting repartee between the scribes, along with knowing take-downs of the cutthroat, survival-of-the-fittest world of publishing.
This book chooses to concentrate on Jane Hepburn, a woe-is-me author of a modestly selling police procedural series. Big of build and topping 6 feet, Jane's inferiority complex and constant bemoaning of her fate in life rivals Winnie The Pooh's Eeyore. It doesn't help her already crumbling confidence when she's not even listed as an invited author at the 'Killer Lines' mystery writer festival - she's forced to pay the full admission of a visitor's ticket.
At this point, I dreaded having to spend the length of this book in Jane's company.........even when her life becomes way more eventful when she stumbles upon the dead (and most severely murdered) body of her agent, the universally despised Carrie Marks.
And here's where the book finally grabbed my attention, by dealing with Jane's transformation, little by little finding her confidence, nerve and something she'd never enjoyed in her sad, lonely life.......friends. In a 'seize-the-day' epiphany, Jane vows to track down Carrie's killer, with the help of her very own unlikely Scooby Doo crew......intern Daniel, a huge fan of Jane's books, and flavor-of-the-year new young novelist. Natasha Martez. Together they confront and question a daunting list of suspects, since there's hardly anyone in the publishing world without a festering grudge against Carrie Marks.
Jand the gang's calamitous investigation goes down one blind alley after another, with all manner of tantalizing secrets revealed about the suspected guilty parties. And in its second half, the book constantly surprised me with its sudden bursts of laugh-out-loud moments and needle-sharp pokes at the world of authors, agents and publishers. I only wish author E.C. Nevin had lavished this funny, satirical outlook on the entire book instead of rationing it out in tiny spoonfuls.
So I ended up going from rolling my eyes at Jane's depressing introspections to cheering her on as she discovers her own talent, her own value as a person........and when it comes to both writing and sleuthing, a force to be reckoned with.. And if author Nevin would promise to dish out more of that wicked humor, I wouldn't mind seeing Jane take on another case or two....or more.
At first it started as another 'oh-here-we-go-again'. Another gathering of mystery writers with an actual real killer among them. Usually with this trope, I'd expect a lot of snappy, cutting repartee between the scribes, along with knowing take-downs of the cutthroat, survival-of-the-fittest world of publishing.
This book chooses to concentrate on Jane Hepburn, a woe-is-me author of a modestly selling police procedural series. Big of build and topping 6 feet, Jane's inferiority complex and constant bemoaning of her fate in life rivals Winnie The Pooh's Eeyore. It doesn't help her already crumbling confidence when she's not even listed as an invited author at the 'Killer Lines' mystery writer festival - she's forced to pay the full admission of a visitor's ticket.
At this point, I dreaded having to spend the length of this book in Jane's company.........even when her life becomes way more eventful when she stumbles upon the dead (and most severely murdered) body of her agent, the universally despised Carrie Marks.
And here's where the book finally grabbed my attention, by dealing with Jane's transformation, little by little finding her confidence, nerve and something she'd never enjoyed in her sad, lonely life.......friends. In a 'seize-the-day' epiphany, Jane vows to track down Carrie's killer, with the help of her very own unlikely Scooby Doo crew......intern Daniel, a huge fan of Jane's books, and flavor-of-the-year new young novelist. Natasha Martez. Together they confront and question a daunting list of suspects, since there's hardly anyone in the publishing world without a festering grudge against Carrie Marks.
Jand the gang's calamitous investigation goes down one blind alley after another, with all manner of tantalizing secrets revealed about the suspected guilty parties. And in its second half, the book constantly surprised me with its sudden bursts of laugh-out-loud moments and needle-sharp pokes at the world of authors, agents and publishers. I only wish author E.C. Nevin had lavished this funny, satirical outlook on the entire book instead of rationing it out in tiny spoonfuls.
So I ended up going from rolling my eyes at Jane's depressing introspections to cheering her on as she discovers her own talent, her own value as a person........and when it comes to both writing and sleuthing, a force to be reckoned with.. And if author Nevin would promise to dish out more of that wicked humor, I wouldn't mind seeing Jane take on another case or two....or more.
4 stars (****).