“P” is for penultimate. The end is near for private investigator Kinsey Millhone, who has been entertaining readers for 35 years now. (Z is for Zero is scheduled to come out in 2019, 37 years after the publication of A is for Alibi; Kinsey herself will just be turning 40, since the books have all been set in the 1980s.)
So there are a lot of expectations for the final books in this series, which will tie up the long-running saga. The once-slim volumes that could be read in an afternoon or two now weigh in at around 500 pages, which might be comforting to fans who want to prolong their pleasure as long as possible.
One thing I’ve appreciated about Sue Grafton is that she never phones it in—unlike many series writers, her books have never been formulaic or lazily plotted. Y fits in well with the rest of the volumes she’s published in the past decade or so; it’s an enjoyable read, though perhaps not one of the all-time greats. Millhone’s sleuthing in Y is actually a little subpar. Cracking this particular case turns out to be more a matter of luck than investigative skill.
The “yesterday” of the title is 1979, 10 years before the “present day” of 1989. A group of high school kids have made a sex tape, featuring a couple boys having their way with Iris, a drunk, passed-out 14-year-old, while a couple others watched but did not participate. (Unlike “sex tapes” you hear about in the Internet age, this was, of course, a literal VHS tape.) A decade later, the tape continues to have repercussions. One person was killed, one of Iris’s rapists went to jail for the murder, and the others are still affected in various ways.
Kinsey is hired by the parents of Fritz McCabe, the boy who was locked up for killing his classmate Sloan, the ex-girlfriend of one of the participants in the filmed assault. Tried as a juvenile, Fritz served his time at California Youth Authority; upon his release, his wealthy parents received a copy of the tape in the mail, along with a demand for $25,000 “or this goes to the district attorney.” Since that could trigger new charges against Fritz of rape and sexual assault, his mother Lauren wants Kinsey to find out who is making the threat, without getting the police involved.
I read Y over the course of a week, and wished I had jotted down some notes on the characters and their relationships to one another. We get to know them in flashbacks to 1979 and in present day when Kinsey interviews them over the course of her investigation. It’s complicated, keeping straight which teens dated, how they’re related today (Iris, the girl in the tape, is now engaged to the dead girl’s stepbrother), etc. Meanwhile, in the B-plot, Kinsey is being stalked by a madman who first turned up in X, and there are various dramas involving her friends and acquaintances, such as the homeless couple and their vicious dog who have set up camp on Kinsey’s landlord’s property (with his permission—Henry’s a soft touch—but Kinsey disapproves).
Grafton will be 79 when Z is published, and for years now, she’s jokingly promised that she’ll arrive at signings and events in a pink ambulance when the final book reaches stores. I was lucky enough to meet her a couple years ago and she seemed like an energetic and lively person, so here’s hoping she’ll be able to savor the success of her extraordinary achievement.