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The Devotion of Suspect Xby Keigo Higashino, Alexander O. Smith
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Yasuko Hanaoka is a divorced, single mother who thought she had finally escaped her abusive ex-husband Togashi. When he shows up one day to extort money from her, threatening both her and her teenaged daughter Misato, the situation quickly escalates into/p>/i>
This e-book now includes preview chapters from Higashino's newest mystery, SALVATION OF A SAINT.
Yasuko Hanaoka is a divorced, single mother who thought she had finally escaped her abusive ex-husband Togashi. When he shows up one day to extort money from her, threatening both her and her teenaged daughter Misato, the situation quickly escalates into violence and Togashi ends up dead on her apartment floor. Overhearing the commotion, Yasuko's next door neighbor, middle-aged high school mathematics teacher Ishigami, offers his help, disposing not only of the body but plotting the cover-up step-by-step.
When the body turns up and is identified, Detective Kusanagi draws the case and Yasuko comes under suspicion. Kusanagi is unable to find any obvious holes in Yasuko's manufactured alibi and yet is still sure that there's something wrong. Kusanagi brings in Dr. Manabu Yukawa, a physicist and college friend who frequently consults with the police. Yukawa, known to the police by the nickname Professor Galileo, went to college with Ishigami. After meeting up with him again, Yukawa is convinced that Ishigami had something to do with the murder. What ensues is a high level battle of wits, as Ishigami tries to protect Yasuko by outmaneuvering and outthinking Yukawa, who faces his most clever and determined opponent yet.
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“…The best mystery novel I read [last year] was a standalone translation of a Japanese novel, The Devotion of Suspect X… a puzzle mystery that manages never to become a "cozy…" Ishigami, a mathematical genius who, through the vicissitudes of academic life has become a mere high school teacher, has fallen in love with the divorced mother-of-one who lives next door, and when she commits a killing in self-defense, he takes over the crime scene and arranges a brilliant deception that completely fools the police… [The Devotion of Suspect X] is smart at every level. Each revelation is smarter than the illusion it tears aside. And the conclusion, which depends on understanding of human character rather than logic or science, is both satisfying and frustrating. Satisfying, because it is utterly just and true to character; frustrating, because quite against our own moral sense we find ourselves rooting for the bad guy – because we understand him so well he doesn't seem all that bad.” Orson Scott Card
“Higashino won Japan's Naoki Prize for Best Novel with this stunning thriller about miscarried human devotion, a bestseller in Japan. The author successfully combines unquestionable reasoning with unquenchable pain. In this brutally laconic translation, cold logic battles warm hearts throughout this elegant proof of the wages of sin, in which everyone suffers and no one can ever win.” Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“Winner of Japan's prestigious Naoki Prize and a bestseller there with more than two million copies sold, this literary psychological thriller is a subtle and shifting murder mystery. It will make readers redefine devotion and trust in an otherwise complete stranger.” Library Journal (starred review)
“Veteran police detective matches wits with a brilliant rookie criminal. This character-driven mystery by the prolific Higashino has much to recommend, including a droll Columbo-like sleuth and a great surprise ending.” Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
“In The Devotion of Suspect X, Keigo Higashino weaves a web of intellectual gamesmanship in which the truth is a weapon that leads both police and readers astray. The ingenius conclusion is so unexpected that it's difficult to imagine anyone seeing it coming. Smart, smart characters.” Jaqueline Winspear
“How could we have ever imagined, without the help of a novel like this, that Japanese life could be so fraught with suffering and so entertaining all at once?” Alan Cheuse, Dallas Morning News on HIMITSU (The Secret), published as NAOKO in the U.S.
“Higashino is a deft conjurer of human relationships, and while this is first and foremost a tale of grief-- --he infuses it with spasms of sharp humor.” East Bay Express on Himitsu (The Secret)
“The Devotion of Suspect X has all the brilliant intricacy of the best Golden Age mysteries - puzzle within puzzle, twist after twist - with a modern sensibility. It is a wonderful, fresh take on the classic mystery's intellectual struggle between protagonist and antagonist, adds to it all the right amounts of tension and pacing, places it in a fascinating setting, and gives of all of this plenty of heart.” Jan Burke, New York Times bestselling and Edgar Award winning author of Kidnapped and Bones
“Japanese crime writers excel at many things: one is the slow tightening of the noose that's at the fast-pounding heart of the police procedural. The Devotion of Suspect X is a terrific book in that tradition and it's about time American readers got a crack at it.” SJ Rozan, Edgar Award winning author of Winter and Night and On the Line
“The Devotion of Suspect X is elegant and spare and gripping and vivid. Most of all, however, it is deeply moving, and this is what sets it apart!” Jesse Kellerman, bestselling author of Trouble and The Executor
“Irresistible! A mind-twisting story that will have readers plunging in to try to solve the crime before the math genius, the physics professor, or the cop get there first.” Nancy Pickard, New York Times bestselling author of The Scent of Rain and Lightning and The Virgin of Small Plains
The Devotion of Suspect X has all the brilliant intricacy of the best Golden Age mysteries - puzzle within puzzle, twist after twist - with a modern sensibility. It is a wonderful, fresh take on the classic mystery's intellectual struggle between protagonist and antagonist, adds to it all the right amounts of tension and pacing, places it in a fascinating setting, and gives of all of this plenty of heart.
Japanese crime writers excel at many things: one is the slow tightening of the noose that's at the fast-pounding heart of the police procedural. The Devotion of Suspect X is a terrific book in that tradition and it's about time American readers got a crack at it.
Irresistible! A mind-twisting story that will have readers plunging in to try to solve the crime before the math genius, the physics professor, or the cop get there first.
…The best mystery novel I read [last year] was a standalone translation of a Japanese novel, The Devotion of Suspect X… a puzzle mystery that manages never to become a "cozy…" Ishigami, a mathematical genius who, through the vicissitudes of academic life has become a mere high school teacher, has fallen in love with the divorced mother-of-one who lives next door, and when she commits a killing in self-defense, he takes over the crime scene and arranges a brilliant deception that completely fools the police… [The Devotion of Suspect X] is smart at every level. Each revelation is smarter than the illusion it tears aside. And the conclusion, which depends on understanding of human character rather than logic or science, is both satisfying and frustrating. Satisfying, because it is utterly just and true to character; frustrating, because quite against our own moral sense we find ourselves rooting for the bad guy - because we understand him so well he doesn't seem all that bad.
A veteran police detective matches wits with a brilliant rookie criminal.
Meticulous high-school math teacher Ishigami frequents the modest box-lunch shop Benten-tei because of his crush on Yasuko Hanaoka, a young mother who works there. Yonazawa and his wife Sayoko, who manage the shop, speculate regularly about Ishigami's visits, but Yasuko seems oblivious to his attention. Although she and her daughter Misato are Ishigami's apartment building neighbors, they've never spoken outside of the shop. One evening, Yasuko's abusive ex-husband Togashi surprises her at home. A fight ensues, and when Misato intervenes to help her mother, Togashi is killed. As the panicked Yasuko considers her options, Ishigami knocks on her door and takes charge, from disposing of the body to crafting alibis for them. Enter veteran detective Kusanagi and his brisk junior partner Kishitani, who examine the body, dumpednaked and wrapped in blue plastic in a factory district, its face bashed in. The inevitable discovery of the victim's identity leads to the pro forma questioning of both Yasuko and Ishigami. Kishitani is ready to dismiss them as suspects, but the veteran Kusanagi puts them on a mental back burner. Ishigami obsessively replays and adjusts his movements, using the murder to get close to Yasuko. When detective Manabu Yukawa, Ishigami's college rival, is added to the investigative team, it threatens to send him over the edge.
This character-driven mystery by the prolific Higashino (Malice, 2009, etc.), one of only a few translated into English, has much to recommend it, including a droll Columbo-like sleuth and a great surprise ending.
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The Devotion of Suspect X
By Keigo Higashino, Alexander O. Smith, Elye J. Alexander
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At 7:35 A.M. Ishigami left his apartment as he did every weekday morning. Just before stepping out onto the street, he glanced at the mostly full bicycle lot, noting the absence of the green bicycle. Though it was already March, the wind was bitingly cold. He walked with his head down, burying his chin in his scarf. A short way to the south, about twenty yards, ran Shin-Ohashi Road. From that intersection the road ran east into the Edogawa district, west toward Nihonbashi. Just before Nihonbashi, it crossed the Sumida River at the Shin-Ohashi Bridge.
The quickest route from Ishigami's apartment to his workplace was due south. It was only a quarter mile or so to Seicho Garden Park. He worked at the private high school just before the park. He was a teacher. He taught math.
Ishigami walked south to the red light at the intersection, then he turned right, toward Shin-Ohashi Bridge. The wind blew in his face, making his coat flap around him. He thrust his hands deep into his pockets and hunched over, quickening his pace.
A thick layer of clouds covered the sky, their gray reflection making the Sumida River look even murkier than usual. A small boat was making its way upstream. Ishigami noted its progress as he crossed the bridge.
On the other side, he took a set of stairs that led from the foot of the bridge down to the Sumida. Passing beneath the iron struts of the bridge, he began to walk along the river. Pedestrian walkways were built into the molded concrete riverbanks on both sides of the water. Further down, near Kiyosu Bridge, families and couples often strolled along the river, but such people seldom visited the riverbanks this far up. The long row of cardboard shanties covered in blue vinyl sheets kept them away. This was where the homeless lived, in the shadow of an expressway overpass that ran along the west side of the river. Ishigami figured the looming overpass must have provided some shelter from the wind and rain. The fact that not a single shack stood on the other side of the river gave weight to this hypothesis, though it was possible the first squatters had settled there by accident and the others had simply followed them, preferring the safety of their community, such as it was, to solitude across the water.
He made his way down the row of shanties, glancing briefly at them as he walked. Most were barely tall enough for a man to stand up inside, and some of the structures only rose as high as his waist. They were more boxes than shacks. Maybe it was enough to have a place to sleep.
Plastic laundry hangers had been rigged up near the boxes, signs of domestic life. A man was leaning up against the railing that ran between the walkway and the water, brushing his teeth. Ishigami had seen him around. He was past sixty, and his grayish white hair was bound in a long ponytail. He had probably given up on work. If it was physical labor he wanted, he wouldn't have been hanging around now. Those jobs were filled in the early morning hours. He wouldn't be going to the unemployment office, either. Even if they did find a job suitable for him, with that long hair of his he'd never make it as far as the interview. The chances of anyone wanting him for a job at his age were close to zero anyway.
Another man stood near his sleeping box, crushing a row of empty cans under his foot. Ishigami had witnessed this scene several times before, and he had secretly named this fellow the Can Man. The Can Man looked to be around fifty. He had good clothes and even a bicycle. Ishigami figured that his can-collecting trips kept him more active and alert than the others. He lived at the edge of the community, deep under the bridge, which must have been a position of privilege. The Can Man was a village elder, then—an old-timer, even in this crowd—or so Ishigami saw him.
A little way on from where the line of cardboard shanties petered out, another man was sitting on a bench. His coat must have once been beige, but now it was scuffed and gray. He was wearing a suit jacket underneath it, though, and beneath that a white work shirt. Ishigami guessed that he had a necktie stashed away in his coat pocket. Ishigami had labeled him the Engineer a few days earlier, after spotting him reading an industrial trade magazine. He kept his hair cropped short, and he shaved. Maybe he hoped he'd be going back to work soon. He would be off to the unemployment office today, but he probably wouldn't find a job. He would have to lose his pride before that happened. Ishigami had first seen the Engineer about ten days ago. He wasn't used to life along the river yet, still drawing an imaginary line between himself and the blue vinyl sheets. Yet here he stayed, not knowing how to live on his own without a home.
Ishigami continued walking along the river. Just before Kiyosu Bridge, he came upon an elderly woman taking three dogs for a walk. The dogs were miniature dachshunds, each with a different colored collar, one red, one blue, and one pink. As he approached, the woman seemed to notice him. She smiled and nodded. He nodded in reply.
"Good morning," he offered.
"Good morning. Cold, isn't it?"
"Quite," he replied, grimacing for effect.
The old woman bade him a good day as she passed by, and he gave her a final nod.
Some days before, Ishigami had seen the woman carrying a plastic convenience store bag with something like sandwiches in it—probably her breakfast. He surmised from this that she lived alone. Her home wouldn't be far from here. She was wearing flip-flops, and she wouldn't be able to drive a car in those. She had probably lost her husband years before and now lived in a nearby apartment with her three dogs. A big place, if she was keeping three dogs there. No doubt her pets had kept her from moving to a smaller room somewhere. Maybe she had already paid off the mortgage, but there would still be maintenance fees, so she had to scrimp and save. She hadn't been to the beauty salon once this winter. Her hair showed its natural color, free from dye.
At the foot of Kiyosu Bridge, Ishigami climbed the stairs back up to the road. The school was across the bridge from here, but he turned and walked in the opposite direction.
A sign facing the road read "Benten-tei." Beneath it was a small shop that made boxed lunches. Ishigami slid open the aluminum-framed glass door.
"Good morning! Come in, come in," came the call. It was a familiar greeting and a familiar voice, but it somehow always managed to put a spring in his step. Yasuko Hanaoka smiled at him from behind the counter. She was wearing a white hat.
Ishigami felt another thrill as he realized that there were no other customers in the shop. They were alone.
"I'll take the special."
"One special, coming up," she replied brightly. Ishigami couldn't see her expression as he was staring into his wallet, unable to look her in the face. Given that they lived next door to each other, Ishigami felt like he should have something to talk about other than his boxed lunch order, but nothing came to mind.
When he finally came up with "Cold today, isn't it," he mumbled the words, and they were lost in the sound of another customer opening the sliding glass door behind him. Yasuko's attention had turned to the new arrival.
Boxed lunch in hand, Ishigami walked out of the store. This time, he headed straight for Kiyosu Bridge, his detour to Benten-tei finished.
* * *
After the morning rush, things slowed down at Benten-tei, at least as far as customers were concerned. In the back, however, there were lunches to be made. Several local companies had the shop deliver meals for all their employees by twelve o'clock. So, when the customers stopped coming, Yasuko would go back into the kitchen to lend a hand.
There were four employees at Benten-tei. Yonazawa was the manager, assisted by his wife Sayoko. Kaneko, a part-timer, was responsible for making deliveries, while Yasuko dealt with all the in-shop customers.
Before her current job, Yasuko had worked in a nightclub in Kinshicho. Yonazawa had been a regular there and Sayoko had been the club's mama—though Yasuko hadn't known they were married until just before Sayoko quit.
"She wants to go from being the mama at a bar to the good wife at a lunch shop," Yonazawa had told her. "Can you believe it? Some people never fail to surprise me." Rumors had begun to fly at the club, but according to Sayoko, it had been the couple's long-held dream to run a place of their own. She had only been working at the club to save up for that.
After Benten-tei opened, Yasuko had made a habit of dropping in now and then to see how the two were doing. Business was apparently good—good enough that, a year later, they asked her if she'd be interested in helping out. It had become too much for the two of them to handle on their own.
"You can't go on in that shady business forever, Yasuko," Sayoko had told her. "Besides, Misato's getting bigger. You wouldn't want her developing a complex because her mom's a nightclub hostess. Of course," she'd added, "it's none of my business."
Misato was Yasuko's only daughter. There was no father in her life after Yasuko's last divorce, five years ago. Yasuko hadn't needed Sayoko to tell her she couldn't go on as she was. Besides her daughter's welfare, there was her own age to consider. It was far from clear how long she could have kept her job even if she wanted it.
It only took her a day to come to a decision, and the club didn't even try to hold on to her. They had just wished her well, and that was all. Apparently she hadn't been the only one concerned about her future there.
She had moved into her current apartment in the spring a year ago, which coincided with Misato entering junior high school. Her old place was too far from her new job. And, unlike the club, getting to her new work on time meant getting up by six and being on her bicycle by six thirty. Her green bicycle.
"That high school teacher come again today?" Sayoko asked her during a break.
"Doesn't he come every day?" Yasuko replied, catching Sayoko sharing a grin with her husband. "What? What's that for?"
"Oh nothing, nothing. We were just saying the other day how we thought he might fancy you."
"Whaaat?" Yasuko leaned back from the table, a cup of tea in her hand.
"You were off yesterday, weren't you? Well, guess what? He didn't come in yesterday. Don't you think it's strange that he should come every day, except for the days when you're not here?"
"I think it's a coincidence."
"Well, we think maybe it's not." Sayoko glanced again at her husband.
Yonazawa nodded, still grinning. "It's been going on for a while now," he said with a nod at his wife. "'Every day that Yasuko's out, he doesn't come here for his lunch,' she says. I'd wondered about it myself, to tell the truth, and when he didn't show yesterday, that kind of confirmed it for me."
"But I don't have any set vacations, other than the days the whole shop is closed. It's not like I'm out every Monday or something obvious like that."
"Which makes it even more suspicious!" Sayoko concluded, a twinkle in her eye. "He lives next door to you, doesn't he? He must see you leave for work. That's how he knows."
Yasuko shook her head. "But I've never met him on my way out, not even once."
"Maybe he's watching you from someplace. A window, maybe?"
"I don't think he can see my door from his window."
"In any case, if he is interested, he'll say something sooner or later," Yonazawa said. "As far as we're concerned, we have a regular customer thanks to you, so it's good news for us. Looks like your training in Kinshicho paid off."
Yasuko gave a wry smile and drank down the rest of her tea, thinking about the high school teacher.
His name was Ishigami. She had gone to his apartment the night she moved in to introduce herself. That's when she'd learned he was a teacher. He was a heavyset man, with a big, round face that made his small eyes look thin as threads. His hair was thinning and cut short, making him look nearly fifty, though he might easily have been much younger. He wasn't particularly fashion conscious, always wearing the same sort of clothes. This winter, when he came in to buy his lunch, he was wearing the same coat over a brown sweater. Still, he did do his laundry, as was evidenced by the occasional presence of a drying rack on the small balcony of his apartment. He was single and, Yasuko guessed, not a divorcé or widower.
She thought back, trying to remember something that might have clued her in to his interest, but came up with nothing. He was like the thin crack in her apartment wall. She knew it was there, but she had never paid it that much attention. It just wasn't worth paying attention to.
They exchanged greetings whenever they met and had even discussed the management at their apartment building once. Yet Yasuko found she knew very little about the man himself. She had only recently learned that he taught math, when she happened to notice outside his apartment door a bundle of old math textbooks, wrapped in string and awaiting disposal.
Yasuko hoped he wouldn't ask her out on a date. Then she smiled to herself, trying and failing to imagine the dour-looking man's face as he asked the question.
As on every other day, the midday rush at Benten-tei began right before lunchtime, peaking just after noon. Things didn't really quiet down again until after one o'clock.
Yasuko was sorting the bills in the register when the sliding glass door opened and someone walked in. "Hello," she chimed automatically, looking up. Then she froze. Her eyes opened wide and her voice caught in her throat.
"You look well," said the man who was standing there. He was smiling, but his eyes were darkly clouded.
"You ... how did you find me here?"
"Is it so surprising? I can find out where my ex-wife works if I have a mind to." The man looked around the shop, both hands thrust into the pockets of his dark navy windbreaker, like a prospective customer trying to figure out what he should buy.
"But why? Why now?" Yasuko asked, her voice sharp but low. She glowered at him, inwardly praying that the Yonazawas in the back wouldn't hear them talking.
"Don't look so frightening. How long has it been since I saw you last? And you can't even manage a polite smile?" He grinned.
Yasuko shivered. "If you're here to chitchat, you can save yourself the trouble and turn around right now."
"Actually, I came for a reason. I have a favor to ask. Think you can get out for a bit?"
"Don't be an idiot. Can't you see I'm working?" Yasuko said, then immediately regretted it. That made it sound like I would have talked with him if I wasn't at work.
The man licked his lips. "What time do you get off?"
"It doesn't matter. I don't want to talk to you. Please, just leave and don't come back."
"What did you expect?"
Yasuko glanced outside, hoping that a customer would walk in, but the street was empty.
"Well, if this is how you're going to act, guess I'll try someone else," the man said, scratching his head.
Warning bells went off in Yasuko's head. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean if my wife won't listen to me, maybe her daughter will. Her school's near here, right?"
"Don't you dare."
"Okay, then maybe you can help. Either way's fine by me."
Yasuko sighed. She just wanted him to leave. "I'm on till six."
"Early morning to six o'clock? That's some long hours they got you working."
"It's none of your concern."
"Okay, I'll come back at six, then."
"No, not here. Take a right outside, and walk down the street until you come to a large intersection. There's a family restaurant on the near corner. Be there at six thirty."
"Great. And, try to make sure you're there. Because if you don't show up—"
"I'll be there. Just leave. Now."
"Fine, fine. Kick me out on the street." The man took another look around the shop before walking out, closing the sliding door behind him a little too hard.
Yasuko put her hand to her forehead. A headache was coming on, and she felt nauseated. A weight of hopelessness began to spread inside her chest.
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Meet the Author
Born in Osaka and currently living in Tokyo, KEIGO HIGASHINO is one of the most widely known and bestselling novelists in Japan. He is the winner of the Edogawa Rampo Prize (for best mystery), the Mystery Writers of Japan, Inc. Prize (for best mystery) among others. His novels are translated widely throughout Asia.
ALEXANDER O. SMITH has translated a broad variety of novels, manga, and video games, for which he has been nominated for the Eisner Award, and won the ALA's Batchelder Award (for his translation of Miyuki Miyabe's Brave Story), and been recognized for his localizations of the video games Final Fantasy X and Final Fantasy XII. He lives with his family in Vermont.
Born in Osaka and currently living in Tokyo, Keigo Higashino is one of the most widely known and bestselling novelists in Japan. He is the winner of the Edogawa Rampo Prize (for best mystery), the Mystery Writers of Japan, Inc. Prize (for best mystery) among others. His novels are translated widely throughout Asia.
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"Which is harder: devising an unsolvable problem or solving that problem?" This question is posed early in The Devotion of Suspect X and is the heart of the conflict. A brilliant mathematician in love with his next door neighbor helps her create an alibi for a murder. One that must stand up to the scrutiny of the police and, unexpectedly, an old college friend and rival. The battle of wits is fascinating and deeply involving. The crime is clear, but the construction of the alibi and its ability to withstand scrutiny is fascinating. The story reminds me in some respects of a Sherlock Holmes mystery if it were told from the perspective of Moriarty. The clues are there and the reader is invited to make sense of them along with the police. The thrills come not from the crime, which is revealed in the first few pages, but from wondering if the police are actually getting closer or being led astray. The "how" and "why" of the clues left behind invite you to match wits with the characters. That this book is originally written in Japanese only shows up in unfamiliar place names and different personal motivations based on culture. The english translation was perfect and the book was a very quick read. The conclusion of the book is both exciting and devastating. I received this book as part of an early reader program, and can understand why Keigo Higashino is so highly regarded in Japan. I hope that he finds an American following as well with this wonderfully written novel.
A smart whodunit with precise timing and alarmingly clever curveballs, The Devotion of Suspect X matches the murderous progression of a mathematics teacher's proof against a physicist's logic and a detective's intuition. Despite knowing what really happened from the first chapter, this book will have you quickly thumbing pages, eager to figure out the end. When Yasuko and her daughter Misato strangle Yasuko's brutal ex-husband Togashi after a threatening encounter in their apartment, their quiet neighbor Ishigamo unexpectedly steps in to help, taking care of the body's disposal and carefully crafting the women's responses to the police questions sure to follow. As the formal investigation progresses, it seems that Ishigamo, a genius math scholar currently teaching at a local high school, has thought of everything. Kusanagi, the detective in charge of the inquiry, finds the facts flimsy and turns to his former classmate, Yukawa, a brilliant physicist with a predilection for amateur sleuthing and Ishigamo's erstwhile competitor. Adding Yukawa to the equation is a factor that even Ishigamo and his legendary logic hadn't considered, but will it matter in the end? Normally, murder mysteries fall slightly outside my diameter of preferred reading materials. Perhaps due to a youthful overdose of Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys novels. Mysteries fell off my radar entirely when I could guess endings or characters felt too shallowly developed, or, unfortunately, both. Higashino's novel avoids both pitfalls with ease. Be warned that it may take a few chapters for the unfamiliar names to read easily and some trite phrasing plagues the translation from Japanese -or it might also have plagued the original -, but overall the book's unique premise and foreign culture add drama to Higashino's already charged pacing. If you crave an unsolvable mystery, you'll find The Devotion of Suspect X rife with pretzeling facts and one mathematician's murky motives.
THE DEVOTION OF SUSPECT X by Keigo Higashino is the beginning of a different kind of a police procedural, which uses wit and supreme intelligence to solve crimes. This is an intelligent mystery of 'how could this have happened.' A mathematical genius and his physicist genius friend are comrades and foes in this mystery. The question being "Is it more difficult to formulate an unsolvable problem or to solve that problem." The characterization and atmosphere gladly take second place in this fantastic new style of mystery. Though 'new' for most of the mysteries written today, it definitely has the feel of a Sherlock Holmes type conundrum! Fascinating and thought provoking throughout, though we know who did the murder, the 'how' was enthralling to the very end!!
Very clever novel. It is immediately established that the ex-wife is guilty and the turns and twists of the cover-up make for a very thought-provoking read. Sort of a thinking man's murder by numbers.
Loved this book! I got it as a Christmas gift and its a book I never would have picked on my own. What a great surprise. I guess I' need to branch out a little more, or just depend on others to find me a new great read.
I really enjoyed this novel. I bought it because it was on a book club list at a local bookstore and I'm so glad I did. I'll definitely be checking out other work from this author. Specifically, I love the complexity of the characters and how they interact plus the mystery and the way in which we're trying to solve it backwards was a real treat. Love it!
This book got great reviews and I love a mystery. It is a "backward" non-mystery with the murder coming first. Devotion was a best seller in Japan and I think it must have been better in it's original language. I found it slow and plodding. I did finish it but was glad when it was done so I could get on to something better.
Review based on ARC. wow. I barely know where to begin. I can see why the book has won Japan's equivalent of the National Book Award and why it was made into a move (that I hope to see soon!!). First. Get past the first 20 pages. Mystery readers who are used to the flash-intro may find this novel begins a bit slowly - starting with a "beginning" but not with some huge shock-and-awe scene. That, combined with the unfamiliar names, can make the book just a tad harder to access from the start. But, as I said, give it 20 pages. At page 18, I lost track of the page numbers and the previously unheard names (Ishigami was easy, but Yasuko versus Yukawa was a little trickier at first) were already familiar. Second. I wouldn't actually call it a murder "mystery." Typically, that brings to mind a book in which the murderer and often the murder implement is unknown. In this book, you know from the beginning what has happened. Instead, I would categorize it as a cat-and-mouse intellectual thriller. Who will "win"? The brilliant guy on side A or the brilliant guy on side B? On top of that, there aren't any "bad guys" to hate (aside from one, but he does not really bother us) ... and hardly a "good guy" to cheer. Instead, the characters are complex, realistic, vivid, and endearing. I could not possibly divulge too much of a plot for fear of ruining what will be a thrilling ride for readers of this book. So instead, I say: read it. Give yourself enough time to get into the book; give yourself enough mental energy to wrap your head around the complexities of the narrative; give yourself a little space to process what happened once you are finished. I would say the only "bad" thing about the novel is that there were just a couple little trips in the translation... but I was reading an advance readers' edition, so I imagine they are no longer present. In other words, absolutely excellent. Highly recommend.
Being a fan of the Japanese TV series "Galileo" and the movie that was based on this very book, I instantly recognized the title and just had to read it. Initially, I was slightly disappointed that Detective Utsumi, the female detective introduced as the successor to Kusanagi in the TV series, was entirely wiped from existence, and Kusanagi took the leading role. However, in the film, the banter between Utsumi and Yukawa was minimal, so the substitution did little but affect the tone of a few verbal exchanges. It was more than made up for by being able to be privy to Ishigami's inner workings though. If you've seen the movie, the story pretty much plays out the same, so if you're the type who can't read a book that's already been "spoiled" this won't be for you--but overall it was entertaining to read, and gave me an even better appreciation for characters I already adore. If you haven't seen the movie and you can tolerate subtitles, I recommend you dig it up for a watch, as it holds much truer to the book than most Hollywood adaptations. It's Japanese title is "Yougisha X no Kenshin" Overall a quick and engrossing read.
"The Devotion of Suspect X" by award winning Japanese author Keigo Higashino is a fictional mystery book but not in the usually "who-dun-it" style. This charming novel focuses on the mind games played between the suspect and a police consultant - both brilliant mathematicians. A divorced single mother and former night club hostess , Yasuko Hanaoka, thought she finally escaped her ex-husband when he shows up on her door step. One thing leads to another and the ex-husband ends up dead. Ishigami, Yasuko's neighbor who is a middle aged high school math teacher, hears the commotion and helps her get rid of the body. When the unidentified body turns up, Detective Kusanagi turns up on Yasuko's doorstep as part of his investigation. Yasuko however has an airtight alibi. Kusanagi brings in Dr. Manabu Yukawa, a brilliant physicist who gets a kick out of help the detective solve what seems to be unsolvable crimes. Yukawa is a college friend of Ishigami and is convinced he has something to do with the murder. "The Devotion of Suspect X" by Keigo Higashino is a very clever mystery novel. The mystery is the way the investigation unfolds, layer by layer while the reader is privy to how the murder was done is a unique way to tell a story; it is also dangerous because the pitfalls to ruin the story are many. Actually one could say that this book, certainly a thinking person's novel, is more of a psychological drama, a cat and mouse game, than a mystery. The interaction between the characters is very interesting and the characters themselves are appealing as well. As we get to know Ishigami, we learn why he wastes his time teaching high-school students who don't care and that he must pass. We learn about his strange devotion to Yasuko and keep wondering what made him do what he did - all the way to end. Understanding Ishigami is the key to understanding this book. Scattered throughout the books are complex philosophical questions and mathematical proofs. I found those interesting even though some were hard for me to grasp but somehow they helped the story move along. How Keigo Higashino achieved that might be the true mystery of the book. A word of praise to the fine and fluent translation by Alexander O. Smith.
Be prepared to get sucked into this new thriller from Keigo Higashino. While he's already a big name in Japan, this is his first book translated into English. It's best called a police procedural rather than just a crime novel, because every little detail Higashino includes has a point in the story. What's most unique is as soon as you begin, the murder of a man occurs, and you know exactly who did it. Straight up, it's right there, demanding you pay attention! The mystery of the novel comes into play as the crime is investigated by the police force as well as two academics, one a physicist and the other a mathematician, both former competitors who are eager to prove their superiority to each other as well as the police detectives that they look down upon. Nothing plays out as ordinary, although the characters can be considered regular people. Rather than an all-seeing Hercule Poirot type of solution, the novel is instead about observation of facts and the interpretation of the tiniest details. Because of the amount of intricate details, sometimes the narrative slows down. In fact, at a few points, you may even be distracted and feel as if you are balancing your checkbook. Yet that's the trick Higasino plays: the monotonous details are the most revealing and ultimately solve the crime. In addition to the mystery, the author builds credible characters, and makes their motives always remain a bit unclear. At times, while knowing 'whodunit', I still found myself questioning what I already knew, and wondering how much I assumed. Seeing a snapshot of the life of middle-class Japan, with its emphasis on decorum, routine, and reputation, makes a cryptic setting for the murder and its repercussions. Two factors bear mentioning: one, despite the complexity, the pace of the novel is subtle and quiet. This isn't an episode of CSI; there are no car chases or explosions. An intellectual challenge for the reader, it's as quiet as a crossword puzzle and much more complicated. Additionally, despite the initial murder (it was a bad guy, after all), there is no gore or expletives. None of the skin-crawling vulgarity or horrific crime scenes that some crime novels rely on appear in this story. To be honest, this is a classy crime novel, and I hope more of the series is translated into English, soon.
The Devotion of Suspect X by Keigo Higashino Reviewed by shayrp High School math teacher, Ishigami, lives for the brief encounters he has with his beautiful neighbor. Yasuko, single mom of a teenager, lives for her daughter. When Yasuko's abusive ex husband tracks them down and threatens that life, she defends it. With a dead body on her hands she accepts the help of her neighbor, Ishigami, a man she barely knows. Ishigami, takes over and keeps Yasuko from being arrested with his passion for problem solving. In spite of all of Ishigami's work, Detective Kusanagi can't shake being suspicious of Yasuko and with the help of, Yukawa, an old friend of Ishigami's, he uncovers emotional clues and connections. Even when it seems that the detective is going to figure out the mystery, Ishigami will do anything to keep Yasuko out of prison and Yasuko discovers that his devotion to her is too big of a burden. I couldn't put this novel down. Even a day after reading it I am still thinking about the story. I enjoy fiction that could easily be reality. The pacing was wonderful and I almost wish I hadn't read it as quickly as I did. I, without a doubt, recommend this one. Even though the plot was pretty obvious in the beginning there were a couple of moments that surprised me, and had me saying "wow" out loud.
I'll start with a disclaimer. I love Japanese mysteries with their generally dark twists and unforeseen endings. I began reading them as a language exercise when I was a student of Japanese literature. When my language skills faded from lack of use, I picked up translations to continue my love of Japanese fiction. Keigo Higashino's THE DEVOTION OF SUSPECT X does not fail in setting up a known crime, exploring the psyches of the known killers and then ripping the flooring out from under the reader at the end. All Yasuko Hanaoka wants is a normal life for her and her daughter, far away from her abusive husband. When he turns up first at the place where she works and follows her to her apartment, it's clear that this encounter will not end well. Enter Yasuko's neighbor, Ishigami, who pops up to help her dispose of her dead husband's body. Near strangers who share a common wall, Ishigami crafts an alibi to protect Yasuko. Police discover the body soon after the murder. Detective Kusanagi, hero of Higashino's Galileo series. soon decides Yasuko is the killer. Through pedantic police work, he tries to unravel her alibi. Red herrings leap and distract him. Only someone with a keen understanding of Japanese culture will see the ending coming. I have such an understanding and I was surprised. I think you will be as well.
I love all his books. I wish more of them get translated.
I think the main characters were perhaps smarter than the author; I didn't feel the book as plausible as the author would have us believe. But still, it was entertaining, though more a novella than a novel.
An excellent thriller! Cleverly written as mind games between a detective and the "murderer"! Highly enjoyable...
I bought this because it was a starred review by Kirkus. I am completely disappointed. In fairness, the beginning was well executed. The absolute end showed a side of the characters that had been missing throughout the novel. If you read Alan Bradley, Martin Cruz Smith, Le Carre and such the like then you will find the overall novel plebeian.
Best writer ever. In japanese or enlgish this book is great. Everybody shoulf read it to understand the true human nature.