Review: The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton
What can I really say except Jesus Christ. Stuart Turton takes the beautifully preserved evening gowns and mansions and intrigue of the Golden Age of Mysteries, the era of Christie and her ilk, and picks them apart bead by bead, splinter by splinter, only to breathe new cigarette-and-perfumed life back into them.
This review will be short. This book should only be experienced, in my humble opinion, with as little knowledge as possible surrounding it. It is a masterpiece. It is spectacular, and subtle, and much like those it pays homage to, you can’t appreciate the complexity until you’ve raced through it, starting blind, slowly learning with our main character(...s?), until you’re left with a technicolour explosion of a tapestry that will make for the finest wall-decoration for the kinds of folks who like to figure these things out as they go.
(You will need post-its, pins, and red thread. No, more than that.)
Aiden Bishop awakens at Blackheath every day. He is a different person every day, his consciousness inhabiting a different guest of the Hardcastle family. He has a mission: solve the murder of the Hardcastle’s daughter, Evelyn, who will die tonight. She will die every night, unless Aiden can identify her killer. The phrase “all is not as it seems” is probably the understatement of the century here, but this book is layered perfectly, question over answer over more questions. A palimpsest, a word I’ve come to be extremely fond of after its use in another novel I loved and reviewed, The Wayward Girls.
Seven Deaths is hard to fully get your hands around to hold up to anyone else. You can’t tell them what it’s about, because if you tell anyone what a murder is really about then you’ve half-spoiled the thing. You can’t tell them anything that happens, because it only makes sense in context, and you can’t try giving any context, because, well…You see the problem. This is far from a criticism of the book - its ability to defy discussion, even recommendation, is integral to its mastery - but sometimes it’s hard to recommend a book to someone simply by waving it at them and making emphatic gestures, even if that waving and gesturing comes from someone firmly raised on Golden Age mysteries. Perhaps this review can suffice, trying to sum up everything while giving away nothing, ending up tangling in on itself while trying to follow the weft and weave of Turton’s genius.
Welcome to Blackheath, traveller. There is a question that needs answering.
right after you posted your “top 5 books” post i read the seven deaths of evelyn hardcastle because i had never heard of it before and i love three of the other books on your list. and now it’s three hours later and i finished it and i would like to say thank you very much for the recommendation! it is one of the best books i’ve read this year. 💛
oh my gosh, this makes me so happy!!! evelyn hardcastle is CRIMINALLY underrated if i do say so myself so i’m so glad you liked it! i think i also finished it in about three hours lol. i’m very much in awe of the author... imagine being able to write something that tightly plotted so well. could not be me XD
(here is the post for anyone else looking for recs!)
arwen thank you so much for reccing The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle! I really liked it :)
ISN'T IT THE BEST?! there's just SO much going on, but it all works SO well together. imagine being able to come up with that plot... it's SO complex but SO tight. i think i read this for the first time in like three hours because i was just glued to it.
something else i found really interesting about seven deaths is that very few of the characters are actually particularly traditionally likable, and yet i think that's a choice that really worked. MAJOR spoilers for anyone else who's planning to read it below the cut!
my favorite characters were honestly grace and jim, the latter of whom isn't really even a character because he's one of the aiden inserts, and with the possible exceptions of madeleine and the valet, none of the rest of them are good people whatsoever. obviously the hardcastles and the majority of their friends are all absolutely terrible human beings. anna and aiden are great in-loop and then you find out that she's a serial killer and he's been torturing her for several decades. i also love the plague doctor but man is he part of a seriously fucked-up system. it's such an interesting commentary on moral ambiguity and whether or not people are inherently good or evil. and it's also absolutely batshit sci-fi with an intriguing mystery and period setting. this book has it all
just finished the seven deaths of evelyn hardcastle and need desperately to scream about it, so here i am. HOLY. SHIT. i haven’t gone through a book so quickly since gone girl way back in march