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Gentlemen and Players. Joanne Harris.
Phew. This book is pure genius. It’s murder mystery totally un-Agatha Christie-style. In fact, it’s so witty and kinda humourous in the beginning that you barely notice it’s a murder mystery at all, until it starts to get dark, and then it gets pretty dark.
The characters are so well realized that you forget you’re reading a work of fiction. You get to know them really well. You think you get to know them really well, and then realize you didn’t at all.
And that’s the whole point of the book, really. The theme. If someone tells you “this is an apple” and it looks like an apple, you’ll easily believe it’s an apple. To quote:
“It was staring at you in the face, sir”, I said. “And all the time you never saw it. Never even guessed.”
Well bloody hell, I never guessed. I thought I had it figured out, and couldn’t figure out why there were so many pages left.
Cheers to you, Joanne Harris. Cheers to you, you bloody genius.
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