Unlike the more formulaic works that have become so popular, Mr. Hart's book is a beautiful blend of novel and mystery, wherein the “mystery” takes second billing. The story is more about the people and their history than about the “who done it”. In fact, just about everyone involved in this story could easily have been the culprit.

As the story unfolds and the background of each character is revealed, the reader utters a mental “Ahah!”, but don't be too quick with your “Ahah!s” as there are many more twists and turns awaiting you. In short, this book is a study of all the ranges of the human condition. The “hero” is nothing close to the modern concept of a hero, but a simple man forced by his own weakness into making wrong decisions. The “villain” is already dead when we first meet him, but his history speaks for itself, through the memories of his son and daughter. There is no one person at whom the reader might boo or hiss, as Mr. Hart's very literate prose compels the reader to come to terms with the causes and effects of his characters' histories before making judgment.

In his introductory chapter, this reader was slightly put off by the author's overuse of adjectives and flowery phrases. He seemed a little too desperate to set the scene for the reader, as though he were not quite sure of his skill. He need not have worried, as that minor style flaw, if you consider it one, is almost immediately modified and is eventually lost in the story and the characters. It is refreshing, in fact, to find a mystery so beautifully written.

This is a fine book, an engrossing read, and undoubtedly the beginning of a long and successful writing career for John Hart.
Review by Litera Scripta