I read a lot of stuff that falls under the general heading of mystery/crime fiction, but don't review a lot of it on Amazon. I love to read and don't really watch TV, so crime fiction's kind of my literary junk food -- an enjoyable way of passing the time before bed, when chores are done.
Now and then, I happily discover something with real literary merit, and "Pyres" is one of those books. A number of things make "Pyres" stand out. For one, Nikitas can really write. The jacket copy says he's working on a Ph.D. in creative writing, and it shows. There's nothing "academic" about his writing, but it's quite obvious that he's been honing his craft for a long time. The plot, though complex, makes sense. The settings are carefully observed and beautifully described. What's more, this book has a quality that doesn't really have a name but which I know as an enthusiastic amateur cook. The ingredients are many and flavorful, and retain their individuality, but they are all in the right proportion. There's a bit of magical realism, but not too much. A bit of disaffected teen culture, but not too much. We get a glimpse of the messy family life of the lead detective, but it doesn't pull the story out of shape. And so on.
The end result is a book that rings true and has plausability and power.
It's a reviewing cliche to say that novels have believable characters, but hey, I'm writing this for free, so I'll just say that the book has believable characters. Particularly memorable are Lucia, the teen girl who confronts evil at its most banal, Greta Hurd, the cop who tries to rescue her, and the various troglodytes in a local biker gang which takes its name from a Stephen King novel.
One thing that added to my enjoyment of the book is that the bikers, while clearly beyond any redemption, are not just cartoon villains. I guess you could say that they are real villains -- ignorant, discarded people who hate the world that has given them so little and have paid that world back by honing skills for mayhem which give them a power that ordinary civilized folks long ago forgot about. In short, they are very scary.
An additional pleasure for me was that the book is set in and around Rochester, NY. I grew up there, but haven't spent any time there in recent decades, and it was fun to recognize local landmarks somewhat transmuted. Even in the glory years of Kodak and Xerox, Rochester had its seamy side. It was interesting to read about the city from the outside looking in, with the reasonably comfortable suburbs of my youth a footnote -- a haven for the clueless. I spent some time kicking around the scruffy semi-rural parts of upstate New York as a kid on a bike (the kind you pedal) and it's nicely portrayed, if a bit generic (fair enough, the landscape is not the star in this book).
Every year I come across only a handful of books this good. A real pleasure.