Writing is above average for a genre book, but somehow the driving tension and suspense seemed too exaggerated. I only read the first 100 pages before I decided it wasn't worth my time. Too bad, because there were a few pages/lines that were well written. Possibly I might visit this author again in the future. ( )

In the course of organizing the papers and art of a famous photographer, Kate Aiken encounters documentary evidence of domestic violence, postpartum depression and suicidal intentions. She is herself dealing with mental health issues and becomes obsessed with solving the "mystery" of Miranda Brand's death. I had a difficult time reading parts where Kate pursues unwise courses of action, but that comes with the illness she struggled with. ( )

There is much more to this story than my brief summary, but it’s one I would rather you discover on your own. This is not only an exploration of a famous artist, but a story about 2 women from different generations trying to find themselves in the grips of mental illness, how one deals with breaking free from a tainted family legacy, and how crippling keeping secrets can be. ⁣
The author has crafted a compelling story with authentic characters and dialogue. Throughout the book, I felt as I were reading an actual account of a nonfictional artist. I loved the use of documents and diary entries for Miranda’s chapters. Witnessing Kate’s manic behavior and her inner struggle was reminiscent of my own battles with anxiety disorder, and it was refreshing to read about a main character with mental illness that wasn’t cliched or one dimensional. ⁣ ( )

Journalist Kate flees New York and her job and hopes to have a new start in Callinas close to San Francisco where she is staying with her aunt while working as an archivist for Theo Brand. He is the son of the famous photographer Miranda Brand whose legacy has been stored unattended in their home for more than two decades. Even though Theo is quite reserved, Kate gets on well immediately with his kids Oscar and Jemima; the deeper she digs into Miranda’s work and story, the more fascinated she becomes. Spending hours daily at the Brand home ultimately also brings her closer to Theo and makes her challenge her luck: he explicitly prohibited her from accessing some parts of the home which he considered strictly private. Kate cannot resist and thus finds Miranda’s diary which sheds a completely new light on the artist and her mysterious death.

It only took me a couple of pages to be totally enthralled by the story. Sara Sligar’s debut is a clever combination of an extraordinary artist’s (fictitious) biography, a crime novel and also feminist psychological thriller. Miranda’s death is the central aspect which Kate investigates, but what I found much more interesting was, on the one hand, how Miranda’s relationship with her obsessive-aggressive husband develops and, on the other, how Kate, herself just having recovered from an episode of mental struggles, reacts to it and becomes increasingly fixated. A brilliant study of two female characters who try to cope with psychological issues and being misunderstood by the world around them.

“I must figure out how to be exactly the right level of insane.”

The crime part of the novel is not that obvious from the beginning, it develops slowly and is surely reinforced by Kate’s prying in Theo’s home. It does not seem to make sense why he hides important information from her while paying her to sort out his mother’s legacy. Their getting closer over the time, not surprisingly, makes things even more complicated.

Even though some serious topics are addressed, Sara Sligar keeps a light tone and works on suspense rather than having the novel turn into a too melodramatic story. Added to this, her characters are not just black or white but give an authentic representation of the complex layers of grey which exist when it comes to relationships, violence and mental issues. ( )

What really happened to a well-known photographer that was at times known to be considered crazy? Was she, or was the town just making up stories? Was it her dealer that caused her death so he could make more money off her work, or was the husband involved? The son was there but only eleven...
An art world thriller debut that pulled me in and kept me up reading till the wee hours. ( )