As I just typed the title of this book into the space for the blog title, I was struck by
how unusual Alan Bradley's titles sound (A Red Herring without Mustard, The Dead in Their Vaulted Arches, etc.). Bradley includes excerpts from great literature before each story and part of this excerpt winds up being the title. However, these strange names also seem to set his books apart from the crowd and give them an eerie, old timey feeling. They are weird and they work for him.
Another vacation read, As Chimney Sweepers Come to Dust is Bradley's seventh Flavia DeLuce novel. I have read all 7.
I started with The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie a couple of years ago after reading that Jen Hatmaker loved the books. I was completely hooked. I devoured the ones that had already been published and then waited excitedly for the new books to release.
The series follows 12 year old Flavia DeLuce as she solves various mysteries in the 1950's. She is a chemistry genius and her home is an English manor complete with a lab she uses exclusively. Bradley does a great job developing many of the recurring characters. And Buckshaw (her home) feels so familiar.
I seriously dislike series. I avoid them like the plague (which is funny because when I was a kid I read almost all of the babysitter's club series). However, my adoration of this series should speak to Bradley's ability with words--the books have not gotten stale or boring, they are only predictable in the ways they should be, and Bradley seems to have maintained his ability to eloquently craft a tight mystery.
When I got the new book in January I didn't want to read it right away. I wanted to hold off until summer so the wait for a new book wouldn't be so long (he seems to publish a new one each January). So it sat on my shelf for a while and the anticipation was almost as fun as finding out what Flavia was up to again.
Unfortunately, this one wasn't my fave. It was actually my least fave. Flavia leaves her home and our usual cast of characters and enters a finishing school for girls where a mystery literally falls into her room on her first night there. Flavia hates having to leave her home and she is constantly lamenting her banishment. Constantly. Perhaps this was the 12 year old girl voice in Bradley's head, but it got a little tedious for the reader. Also, there were many page breaks and abrupt stops, "almost as if--"
See it's not super fun. Unfinished thoughts were often blamed on being out of sorts.
While I understand, after six books, it may be time for a change of scenery, I missed the old characters and kept waiting for Dogger, Flavia's faithful butler, to pop out of a closet or something. And while Flavia usually relies on facts and scientific evidence (though it's not mind numbing...I barely passed high school chemistry and still am completely smitten with Flavia) in this book she has more "feelings" that prompt her sleuthing. Even she repeatedly tells herself that she needs to find facts and not just go on feelings.
I'm not sure if this is the new direction for the series or not. I will still read the next book (if there is another) and hope for the best. I'm not terribly worried that I wasn't in love with this book--I mean, you have to have a least favorite and now I do, but I truly enjoyed and loved the others. And with lines like this:
"Curse this life! I thought.
And then I remembered the dead body upstairs and I cheered up at once."
How can you not love Flavia? Let's face it, we all went through a bit of an identity crisis at 12, right?
If you have never read this series, you should give it a shot. It is fun and funny and mysterious and wonderful. At least I think so.