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74. The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle (published in United States as The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle) by Stuart Turton.
I am not a big fan of mystery novels, not even those by Ms. Christie, even though I appreciate the craftsmanship of such closed circle mysteries as The Mousetrap and And Then There Were None. The debut novel of Mr. Stuart Turton is an exception. It truly captivated me, not in the last because of its marvelous, filigreed British prose, and its using a rather unusual literary device, a cross of Agatha Christie and The Groundhog day. The protagonist is given 8 days and 8 different bodies of 8 different guests, to relive one day 8 times, visiting one body a day, and carefully exploiting the complementary abilities of each host, to assemble the pieces of the puzzle and deliver the solution to a supreme power - for the most valuable reward, the possibility to break the loop and wake next morning in the same body. I said it was a mix of two devices. I can add a third one, albeit Turnton is unlikely to have heard about it: A novel by the Lithuanian author Itzhokas Meras called A Draw Lasts a Blink, about a Jewish chess player challenged to a game by the sadistic camp commandant. If the protagonist loses, he is executed. If he wins, his friends are. He has to play on the edge all the time, to force his opponent into a draw. Not revealing a secret of the book, this body traveler has a similarly razor-thin path to walk. A very lovely book. A solid 5

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79. Back to blood by Tom Wolfe,
He is, basically, revisiting the same theme he had decades back so brilliantly uncovered in The Bonfires of Vanity. This time it is not New York, but Miami, and the ethnic-racial settings and the exposed ugliness of both racism and dishonest exploitation of anti-racist sentiments is even more multifaceted: Cubans vs. American Blacks vs. Haitians vs. Russians - and everybody hates everybody, and only those who can rise above their blood are the Atlantes that keep the sky above from crumbling down.
As a piece of literature and of English prose it is not as good as The Bonfires. But, it is timely, and, shall we say, humanistic. I would still give it 5 points out of 5.

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