I wanted to love “The Cutting Season” by Attica Locke. It had so much of the criteria found in a good mystery:
We are given a great setting; in the past, a sugar plantation, Belle Vie, that was owned by a questionable family; the unsolved disappearance of a slave, Jason, after disobeying his master, and disembodied singing near the slave quarters in the depths of the night.
In the present, the plantation has become a center for the upper crust of
Ms. Locke weaves the past and present extraordinarily well, connecting the crimes and the characters with dynamic prose.
Then why did I not love this book. Maybe Ms. Locke needs to tell us more. Maybe she needs to tell me why Caron, her protagonist, does the things she does, and feels the way she feels. You want to know Caron, but Locke holds her at bay and uses Caron to move the plot along rather than explore it.
This book was had a lot going for it, and although I didn’t fall in love, I’m looking forward to the next date.
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