1.5 stars rounded up
I'm typing this review sitting in a cafe during my last day in Mexico City before coming back home (one of my favorite cafes in town, by the way). During this 3-day trip to the city where I lived for 5 years, in order to close another stage of my life, I happened to pick up The Mystery of the Yellow Room—my second Leroux's—after having read The Phantom of the Opera early this year, and I must say that, again, it has been quite a disappointment (perhaps it was even worse this second time).
For instance, when I read The Phantom of the Opera there were certain elements of the book that didn't live up to my expectations, and furthermore, that were quite disappointing, in my view. To begin with, the story was not even what I got in mind, an unbelievably fake love story, where every chapter was about everything but love. Secondly, a style of writing that was not for me—I'm not saying it wasn't good, but I never got used to it for any reason—and that made the characters extremely annoying, and consequently, difficult for the reader to empathize with them.
Well, after having this first experience reading this author, I sincerely believe The Mystery of the Yellow Room—as my second attempt and unfortunately failure of enjoying a novel by Leroux—was my last chance of picking up one of his books.
Speaking of this novel, the experience was exactly the same, but with quite a few differences in terms of the content: first of all, this is supposed to be a mystery novel, and it really feels like that at times, but alas!, its characters are insufferable and ridiculously fool. Almost all of them are literally making the case really difficult to solve by making foolish assumptions throughout the story; unfortunately, this is only happening for the sake of the book, that might have been a brief and to-the-point novel, otherwise I can't see a different reason to do that. Secondly, there is no character who has been likable or friendly; and I'm not saying you expect a villain to be friendly, not at all, but at least you expect to care for those characters, and nothing of that sort happened to me at any moment.
And here it comes my main problem with this book as a whole: its protagonist. Oh boy, is he really annoying! An extremely pretentious guy—probably the most pretentious character I've come across so far—that there is no way to know anyone that pretentious, either in real life or in fiction books. He is always trying to be the best—whatever that means—and he knows he is the best doing what he does, but this is not because he is super smart or astute, but because the rest of the characters are really stupid to that point where something might be happening—something very important for the plot—in front of them, and they won't notice anything. Take the hint, dude, it's in front of you. Others just don't want to tell what they know, which is not a problem beforehand, whether or not they decide to keep their secrets it's completely fine, I get it, but again, when you finally know theirs reasons why they decided to do such a thing, it's utterly ridiculous and unbelievable – their reasons are poorly developed or they are just weak, not enough to do what they did.
In short, not a good plot, not memorable characters, and definitely not my type of writing style. Nevertheless, the 2-star rating is basically because of the resolution of the case, albeit at times absurd, was somehow acceptable. As a mystery novel the book was actually compelling, especially during this final explanation, so I couldn't complain about that. Ultimately, at the end of the day, there are plenty of authors who have written good mystery novels so that we can keep reading them; from now on, I think I'll keep picking up those ones I know might be my cup of tea, for instance, based on my previous experiences – coming back where you are not happy doesn't seem a pretty good idea.
Perhaps you have noticed I'm kinda angry while I type my review; that's right, I am. Not only was my reading experience a complete failure, but also my trip has been downright sad in terms of the food. I used to love eating out in Mexico City, especially when I lived here before 2020 because I used to try almost everything; now that I'm a vegetarian, my whole experience has changed as well (not in a bad way because of my choice, but because of the circumstances). First day: I went to the cafeteria where I used to have lunch a lot when I was a student, a cafeteria which is very near my School of Engineering, and where the food was outrageously delicious. This time, I saw the menu, and surprisingly there was only one vegetarian option in the entire menu, why?!
Second day: I thought, 'okay, in order for you to eat vegetarian or vegan dishes, let's try a vegetarian/vegan restaurant.' So, that was my plan, and the restaurant was chosen. Once I was there, I ordered a Mexican dish—my favorite Mexican dish named flautas—but with a big difference: it is stuffed with no meat, but vegetables and mushrooms. Nevertheless, to my surprise, when I tasted the first mouthful of it, suddenly the flavor—oh my...—the dish tasted like pork, exactly like a dish called carnitas—sorry if you have never tried this Mexican dish, but it's basically greasy, chewy pork; when I wasn't a vegetarian I didn't liked it, and now I couldn't even bear the smell and flavor of it—that I sometime tried way back when I was not a vegetarian. It turns out that apparently they are trying to keep similar flavors to the original dish using veggies, but why? It's not like you are now a vegetarian because you want your vegetables to taste like meat. I want my veggies to taste like veggies, not like pork, or beef, or anything of that kind. In that case, I will go and eat a whopper burger in Burger King, but no, that's not the point.
I don't know if someone who is a vegetarian has felt the same thing before or lived a similar experience, and I know this has nothing to do with this book or my review itself, but can you imagine my bitter disillusionment after living such experiences? Bad reading experience plus bad 'veggie' food: it really is impossible to believe, but unfortunately, it was quite real. That being said, the rest of my trip was absolutely awesome, a lot of things to do and places to go; I really missed my second home, if you know what I mean.
Well, it seems like, after all, The Mystery of the Yellow Room was not the worst experience I had during these last few days, but it definitely made me feel angry and disappointed to a certain point. Finally, after putting all my cards on the table, so to speak, it's time to move on.
'I can only say it is the strangest affair I have ever known. The more we think we know something, the further we are from knowing anything!'