The sexism (and ageism) in this book shocked me. It was brazen, and it blocked full enjoyment of what was – at its core – a well written suspense story. Some of the passages (See my Kindle Highlights) were so cringy that I stopped reading at times. I groaned because once again, Ian K. Smith objectified most of his women characters (Read his first novel, The Blackbird Papers.). The Ancient Nine contained too many women in skin-tight clothes, identifiable mostly by boob size. Far too many women in this book were housekeepers, cooks (mammies), servers, table dancers, strippers, trophy wives, and hookers (Masked prostitutes were prizes for the winners of a scrimmage football game. I’m not kidding.). The elderly characters didn’t fare much better in this book. Robbed of any spark, the old people in The Ancient Nine were reduced to wrinkles, arthritis, and death. Mature women were emblems of gloom, with their moley faces and silence; the old men hobbled along on two canes at once and procured food, booze, lodging, dirty jokes, and women for main character Spenser and his crew.
Like I stated earlier, for all the reasons above, I couldn’t fully enjoy this mystery. In spite of its drawbacks, however, The Ancient Nine had its charm. What saved the novel was Harvard University. Ian Smith has a flair for place, and his setup of this preeminent institution with its world fame, history, stories, social clubs, and famous alumni was almost perfect. Smith effortlessly used the school’s elite ambience to flavor the story and move it forward. Harvard’s buildings and legends even dominated the two main characters, Spenser and Dalton. Harvard University, in a way, was the main character.
Ian Smith is a pretty good storyteller, and I hope that in the very near future, he sees the light and realizes that misogyny is neither cute nor funny. A potentially good campus mystery was reduced to soft porn and my reading experience was almost ruined.
I won’t read any more of his novels, but I wish his career well.