{"id":7298,"date":"2023-05-23T04:51:45","date_gmt":"2023-05-23T08:51:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/?p=7298"},"modified":"2023-07-16T14:29:00","modified_gmt":"2023-07-16T18:29:00","slug":"the-game-she-plays-can-turn-deadly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/the-game-she-plays-can-turn-deadly\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;The Game She Plays Can Turn Deadly&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/game-she-plays.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-7314\" src=\"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/game-she-plays-200x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/game-she-plays-200x300.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/game-she-plays.jpg 266w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\r\n<p>Siena Sterling has combined some time-tested fiction tropes in her new quasi-suspense novel: the fish-out-of-water, posh country house gatherings with some kind of accident, the femme fatale, and a woman worried she&#8217;s not good enough for her lover. The results are uneven despite the surprise at the end.<\/p>\r\n<p>It&#8217;s 1980 and after a bad breakup, Nicola leaves benighted Buffalo for Paris but is\u00a0 easily swayed on board her flight by a charming Englishman, James, to spend time with him in the south of France.\u00a0 She&#8217;s so naive and unworldly that she wonders if there&#8217;s a bakery in his village because one of her goals in life is to eat a flaky croissant.\u00a0 Sterling misses a chance to offer readers something special when Nicola and her boyfriend visit the southern French town of Uz\u00e8s and there&#8217;s no description of its cathedral, the duke&#8217;s castle, or the lovely arcades.\u00a0<\/p>\r\n<p>The pair go off to a country manor in England to spend a shooting weekend with James&#8217;s friends where Nicola is astonished and humbled nonstop. His friends all went to Cambridge together!\u00a0 How does she know which fork to use at dinner!\u00a0 Brits can be snide!\u00a0 Why hasn&#8217;t she seen the cook!\u00a0 Three-course meals are exotic! The hosts will someday have titles of nobility! They already have servants!<\/p>\r\n<p>But for all her cluelessness, Nicola can somehow imagine the most attractive woman in the group would be more fitting in a &#8220;salon entertaining French philosophers and Russian novelists.&#8221;\u00a0 That seems too sophisticated an observation for Nicola the way she&#8217;s been written.<\/p>\r\n<p>As for the femme fatale, she&#8217;s repeatedly called beautiful and stylish, but she comes across as a run-of-the-mill narcissist, so whatever schemes she has in mind (remember the title) are painfully obvious.<\/p>\r\n<p>Jealous of this woman&#8217;s acrobatic skill during a stupid parlor game after dinner, Nicola <em>actually jumps onto a glass table<\/em> and humiliates herself despite being uninjured amid all the broken glass.\u00a0 That reaction makes sense, but she&#8217;s so shame-bound and clueless through the book that it feels like overkill&#8211;and even worse, she&#8217;s not the only hapless female in the book.<\/p>\r\n<p>The English shooting weekend is marred by someone getting shot (of course), and there&#8217;s also a mysterious rich German present who&#8217;s so quickly whisked off-stage you wonder why the author bothered.\u00a0 A second shooting weekend up in Scotland is more dramatic, but it takes way too long to arrive and there&#8217;s a clich\u00e9d taunting speech by the book&#8217;s villain.<\/p>\r\n<p>The book&#8217;s title is a partial misdirection and that&#8217;s where the surprise comes in which is arguably the book&#8217;s best moment.\u00a0 Unfortunately, the prose is bland, the settings aren&#8217;t vivid enough, and the characters lack depth.\u00a0 For an unforgettable English house party novel, try Ruth Ware&#8217;s <em>In a Dark, Dark Wood<\/em> or Isabel Colegate&#8217;s classic <em>The Shooting Party<\/em>.\u00a0 Both are tremendous reads.\u00a0 \u2605\u2605<\/p>\r\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Lev Raphael was the longtime crime fiction reviewer for the <em>Detroit Free Press<\/em> and has also reviewed for the <em>Washington Post, Jerusalem Report<\/em>, and several public radio stations.\u00a0 Guests on his interview show included Erica Jong and Salman Rushdie.<\/strong><\/p>\r\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Siena Sterling has combined some time-tested fiction tropes in her new quasi-suspense novel: the fish-out-of-water, posh country house gatherings with some kind of accident, the femme fatale, and a woman worried she&#8217;s not good enough for her lover. The results are uneven despite the surprise at the end. It&#8217;s 1980 and after a bad breakup, &#8230; <a title=\"&#8220;The Game She Plays Can Turn Deadly&#8221;\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/the-game-she-plays-can-turn-deadly\/\" aria-label=\"Read more about &#8220;The Game She Plays Can Turn Deadly&#8221;\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[807,877,126],"tags":[2765,2713,2553,2768,1939,339,2770,2153,837,197,2766,2284,1485,2710,2767,2769,122],"class_list":["post-7298","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-book-lovers","category-book-review","category-book-reviews","tag-americans-abroad","tag-british-crime-fiction","tag-british-crime-novel","tag-country-manor","tag-crime-novels","tag-france","tag-isabel-colegate","tag-jealousy","tag-london","tag-mysteries","tag-naive-heroine","tag-novel-of-suspense","tag-paris","tag-ruth-ware","tag-shooting-weekend","tag-south-of-france","tag-suspense"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7298","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7298"}],"version-history":[{"count":19,"href":"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7298\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7649,"href":"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7298\/revisions\/7649"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7298"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7298"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.levraphael.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7298"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}