Claire follows the teachings of the mysterious French Detective Frank Silette to solve the case, and knows word for word his handbook, Détection that she keeps with her at all times. Since a lot of people went missing around that time, it hasn’t got a great deal of attention from the police (Note to self – take advantage of natural disasters to commit the perfect murder). The usual social ills of any large American urban centre are made even grittier and morally ambiguous by the disaster, as if the city had its soul broken along with the levee.Ĭlaire is hired to find District Attorney Vic Willing, missing since the flood. Set against the backdrop of post-flood New Orleans, Sara Gran paints a picture of a bleak crumbling city in a full-on state of PTSD. Things like “Truth is just like your car keys, always in the last place you look.” That is some serious Zen shit, my friend. I mean put-on-a-laminated-sticky-note-and-permanently-affix-to-your-bathroom-mirror remember. And I don’t just mean mention-to-your-husband-after-dinner remember. But her bizarre “let the mystery solve me” type of approach is so fresh and weird I found myself turning down page after page to mark the quotes I wanted to remember. She has been described as a cross between Nancy Drew and Sid Vicious. At first I didn’t think I’d like this book.Ĭlaire DeWitt is world’s greatest PI, which is hard to believe since she spends a lot of her time stoned or tossing I Ching Hexagrams coins to figure out what to do next.
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