A story that grips you and doesn't let go. Every chapter, you'd find yourself wondering what the fuck is happening. You think you and the protagonist are this close to finding the answer, but you're not. It's a giant game, and you're not about to win just yet.
The prose is well written and truly makes you feel you're in a Victorian mansion. Seems like it's not written by a contemporary writer, but it is; an impressive example of literary fiction in this century. And beneath it all is time-travelling, mystery and science fiction, and it's not explicitly stated. There's no hyperadvanced technology. No machines. Just your mind, and that is the beauty of The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle.
This is not just a murder mystery-drama novel, but an amazingly constructed psychological narrative. I have to commend Turton's brilliance here for making sure every detail, object, thing mentioned in the story plays a role. Every moment is a foreshadow. Every scene is a clue.
I couldn't stop reading this story. It was a complete pageturner. Even though, it may not have been a "deep", or philosophical book, it is certainly a nice lit-fic, with an impressive "hero" arc and a massive fan-fiction potential.
Very cool. Very nice. Liked it very much. 5/5