Everyone in my family has killed someone

Ernie Cunningham, the narrator of this exceptionally clever and amusing mystery from Stevenson (Either Side of Midnight), hooks the reader immediately with his opening words: "Everyone in my family has killed someone. Some of us, the high achievers, have killed more than once." Ernie, who acknowledges up front the recent trend in crime fiction for narrators such as himself to be unreliable, self-publishes how-to books for aspiring authors. As another character comments, "You write books about how to write books that you've never written, bought by people who will never write one." It's been three years since Ernie's testimony sent his brother Michael to prison for murder after Michael asked Ernie to dispose of a corpse that turned out not to be quite dead yet. While attending a tense family reunion at an Australian ski resort, Ernie winds up in the middle of a real-life whodunit. The death of a stranger, apparently killed by a fire in the snow that didn't melt any snow, resembles the work of a serial murderer known as the Black Tongue. Along the way, the author tosses in other deaths, past and present. Stevenson carries off this tour de force with all the aplomb of a master magician who conducts his tricks in plain view. This is perfect for Peter Lovesey fans. Agent: Pippa Masson, Curtis Brown Australia. (Jan.)

In this mystery, the narrator constantly adds commentary on how the story is constructed. In 1929, during the golden age of mysteries, a (real-life) writer named Ronald Knox published the "10 Commandments of Detective Fiction," 10 rules that mystery writers should obey in order to "play fair." When faced with his own mystery story, our narrator, an author named Ernest Cunningham who "write[s] books about how to write books," feels like he must follow these rules himself. The story seemingly begins on the night his brother Michael calls to ask him to help bury a body--and shows up with the body and a bag containing $267,000. Fast-forward three years, and Ernie's family has gathered at a ski resort to celebrate Michael's release from prison. The family dynamics are, to put it lightly, complicated--and that's before a man shows up dead in the snow and Michael arrives with a coffin in a truck. When the local cop arrests Michael for the murder, things get even more complicated: There are more deaths; Michael tells a story about a coverup involving their father, who was part of a gang called the Sabers; and Ernie still has (most of) the money and isn't sure whom to trust or what to do with it. Eventually, Ernie puts all the pieces together and gathers the (remaining) family members and various extras for the great denouement. As the plot develops, it becomes clear that there's a pretty interesting mystery at the heart of this novel, but Stevenson's postmodern style has Ernie constantly breaking the fourth wall to explain how the structure of his story meets the criteria for a successful detective story. Some readers are drawn to mysteries because they love the formula and logic--this one's for them. If you like the slow, sometimes-creepy, sometimes-comforting unspooling of a good mystery, it might not be your cup of tea--though the ending, to be fair, is still something of a surprise. This book and its author are cleverer than you and want you to know it. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.