I’ve left so many negative reviews on here lately that I feared that I either didn’t like books any more or had become the world’s biggest grump.
So I was delighted to stumble across this! It’s got the look and feel of a half-remembered dream. It’s about the world’s greatest detective except when it’s about the star of a soap opera. It’s about this detective’s greatest case yet except when it’s about the challenges of memory. It’s set in Paris except when it’s suddenly in New York or the Mediterranean. Maybe it’s set in the modern day, or maybe 50 years ago? It’s hard to say.
It’s awash in lovely illustrations that drew me in while also leaving me unsure where I was at any time. It reminds me of Dark City in the way that it creates a setting that is full of familiar elements while being completely alien in its totality.
But now I’m getting haughty. It’s good and I dug its vibes. There are perhaps a few too many parts that were obtuse for the sake of being obtuse, but who cares when it’s this well done?
