Mildred B. Davis, an american teacher, published her first novel, The Room Upstairs, in 1948. It was awarded an Edgar for best first novel of the year by the Mystery Writers of America. A rich novel with subtle strains of gothic horror and hard-boiled private eye, this book lifted her into the limelight as an author of promise.
I thought this book was really well done... It kept my attention the whole time... The twist regarding the killer's identity I did not see coming... The book had just enough characters to be interesting without feeling overcrowded... Norma's struggles with her feelings of neglect towards her child, her guilt towards her child in death, and trying to move on felt real...
The most perplexing thing about the book was Daisy's characterization... She's supposed to be in her late 30's but the way she carries herself, she comes across as an older woman trying to recapture her youth, blissfully (or ignorantly) unaware of the seriousness of what's going on around her... She comes across as someone who almost has the mind of a child... Her backstory eventually helps to understand her a bit better but there were still serious moments that Daisy did not seem to grasp the intensity of... She reminded me of Alice from Sandy Taylor's The Irish Nanny.
One thing that made me laugh out loud was this bit in Chapter Eight to the tune of "Frère Jacques",
"Marijuana, marijuana LSD, LSD College kids are making it High school kids are taking it Why can't we? Why can't we?"