Devoured delves into the world of forensic pathology when it was in its infancy, although while this is supposed to be historical fiction set in the Victorian era, the underlying theme came across as a bit on the anachronistic side. I did enjoy the scientific aspects concerning the autopsies and the inferences made regarding cause of death based on the principles of forensics. The supposedly main characters, Hatton and Roumande, were likable and as I started out with this book, thought I could enthusiastically read more of these two.
That, however, is about all the positive points I can think of. Unfortunately, the author went on to break so many rules of mystery fiction I am astonished this was even published. It's not avant garde to deviate from basic plot structures; it's confusing, plain and simple. In many instances, Hatton sees clues that were hazy or invisible to the reader. I was left feeling very dimwitted at times, as the explanations towards the end of how Hatton pieced together the puzzle left me scratching my head. Events didn't play out through any actions of the main characters. Things just randomly happened. Hatton and Roumande didn't do much of anything but follow along and watch as plot points occurred. Had they been extricated from the book, it felt as though any replacement character could have stepped in and taken over for them. Which was a shame, being that I loved the scenes they were in and was constantly hoping they would stop being onlookers and start doing.
I think, though, my main gripe with Devoured is how the main characters were anything but. When the letters come into play, Broderig and an entirely extraneous set of characters take center stage. Then at another point, Madame Martineau does, which in turn gives away aspects of the plot that left me asking why I should continue reading when so much of the mystery is exposed mid-way through. Then occasionally Inspector Adams' (who was a laughably overdone "bad good guy" character) POV took the reins, leaving the forensics experts in the background for chapters on end at times. It was annoying. Half the book was filled with unnecessary chapters focused on the introspections of what should have been minor players.
Devoured definitely started out as a decent novel for all its originality and the interesting twists and turns. But the delivery was just so shoddy, poorly crafted, the anachronisms were abundant, and the plot so painfully disjointed, I feel even giving it two stars is being generous. That being said, I think if the next book conforms slightly better to the rules of plotting and gives Hatton and Roumande more on screen time, I'd be happy to give another of her books a try. And for all its flaws, I'd still recommend this one to historical mystery lovers, just don't set your expectations too high when going in.
(Spoiler Alert: I have since read book two, and it's worse. DNF'd a few chapters in...)