Lots of blurbiage comparing the detectives herein to Holmes and Watson gave me a feeling of foreboding. I’m not usually drawn to the genre in which some neurodivergent and likely autistic type making clever observations while everyone goes “how marvelous, I would never have thought of that” (see Sherlock Holmes, House, etc.).
An excerpt was provided, with a link for those who want the whole thing, and I checked it out before deciding Not For Me – an autopsy is conducted, by people who are dressed for a fantasy story and talk like they’re in a cop movie. I got a very strong vibe of "story that's trying to simultaneously checkbox all the genres" and couldn't engage at all.
So I’m going to thank Robert Jackson Bennett for adding more books to the world while declining this one.
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