A word of advice to Ms. Conant's long-time fans: This is NOT a re-hash of the Dog Lover's
Mysteries. Felicity Pride is NOT a new face on a Holly Winter character. If you pick up
this book you should expect something new and creative from your very talented friend.
Scratch the Surface is gloriously silly. I laughed and giggled and hee-hawed
while reading this book. I have told every person I can think of about it and even my
W.E.B.-Griffin-reading, Koko-who?- husband thinks it sounds like fun and has dibs on my
copy. I loved way the main character, Felicity Pride, made everything a scene in an
upcoming book and used the "if this were a novel then..." approach to her investigation,
all the while bumbling and stumbling into important clues and finally the murderer.
I do not mean to infer that by being silly this book is in any way inferior. Satire is
very difficult to write and not be over the top. Good satire is almost impossible. This
one is good.
Felicity is a well-established author of a mystery series starring two cats. She has
never owned a cat, but her fans think that she is cat-less because she still mourns her
beloved and non-existent Morris. Her humanitarian efforts on behalf of Edith and Brigitte
(Brizh-eet), the two Chartreux belonging to the dead man in her vestibule, set her up
for a lot of the fun. There are tangential comparisons to be made between this book and
other published cat mysteries, and parallels are easily drawn for comedy's sake. The cats
talk between themselves like Midnight Louie, but the voice and thoughts belong to a cat,
as opposed to Sam Spade and his dame. One of the cats even communicates a clue to her
mistress, although unlike dignified and purposeful Koko, Brigitte is a clueless little
thief on four paws.
Occam's razor: "The simpler the explanation, the better"; ergo if it sounds like Ms.
Conant is poking fun at cat mysteries and their authors, she is. I hope you enjoy it as
much as I did.