It falls flat as a mystery, some may like the humor…
Cat Flap by Ian Jarvis
Mixing detection, humor, and the Supernatural
My thanks to Steve and Timi at MX Publishing for my review copy of this book. You guys have been most generous.
Bernard Quist is a modern consulting detective on Baker Avenue in the city of York. His sidekick, Watson, is a young black man just nineteen years of age. Quist has a walk-up office across from a collection agency whose major-domo collector Kevin Selden is a skinhead with a dog named Klansman. Go figure…
The book opens with the murder of Lisa Mirren. There are things a bit odd about this death. It will not be the last. Three chemists die in odd circumstance. The firm is hired by the fiancé of one of the chemists only to discover they have been had. The girl’s death is being considered a suicide, and the man is not her fiancé.
The story is too much of a farce to really appeal to me. The humor is sometimes rather crude and seems forced into place. The detection part isn’t all that bad, but it still lacks focus since Bernie Quist is being directly compared to Sherlock Holmes right on the back cover. People talk of comparing apples to oranges. This is comparing apples to onions—that much of a difference.
The action is in a series of very short choppy chapters, seventy-three in total! Jump perspective is one thing, this is something else. I don’t really get it; all I know is that I don’t like it. Those who like humor may find this engaging, as a mystery lover I just can’t. Sorry.
I will give the book two stars for the obvious labor the author put into writing this novel.
Quoth the Raven…