William Ritter’s Jackaby (2014) is a pleasant young adult mystery with a smart girl main character and a title character who is the Sherlock Holmes of the paranormal.
It’s 1892 in New England, and Abigail Rook has just stepped off a freighter onto the waterfront of New Fiddleham. Abigail is British, the daughter of a socialite mother and a globe-trotting paleontologist father. Raised to be a lacy, docile, obedient girl, Abigail kicked over the traces and went to Europe on a “dinosaur dig” of her own. The funds ran out, and now she is stuck in New England.
Her first night in the new town, Abigail encounters a young man who can describe just where she’s been in Europe. He says he is doing it from observation, but what he claims to be observing are the supernatural creatures who tagged along with Abigail, unbeknownst to her. She writes him off as eccentric, and goes for a job interview the next day, with R.F. Jackaby — the same strange young man. Jackaby is a man of science, he insists, but he is open to the supernatural — in fact, he can see things most humans can’t. As a paranormal investigator, he is called in by the police at times, if reluctantly, because Marlowe, the local police captain, is highly skeptical.
Abigail does not see supernatural creatures (except for the friendly ghost that inhabits Jackaby’s house) but she is a keen observer, and somewhat to Jackaby’s surprise, her abilities prove extremely helpful when they are called to investigate a locked-room mystery at an apartment house. Before they can solve the murder, though, there is another killing, and Jackaby fears they are dealing with a serial killer, whose pattern of murder is accelerating.
Abigail is smart and brave. She stands up for herself. There is an attractive young police detective, Charlie Cane, whose life is “complicated.” (There is a clue in his name.) The book is filled with fun characters like Jackaby himself. For an older reader like me, clues seemed pretty obvious and the identity of the culprit was not a surprise, but I think a young reader, twelve or up, would enjoy following the clues and trying to puzzle it out along with Abigail and Jackaby. Jackaby is funny, filled with bits of slapstick and word-play, and Ritter’s imaginings of supernatural creatures, like the banshee, are fresh. I particularly liked the tuning forks. The writing is brisk and filled with good descriptions. The analytical Mr. Jackaby is far from perfect, and the book laughs at him and invites us to join in. This is a good opening to a fun YA series.
This does sound like fun! I didn’t realize it was intended for a YA audience, but that obviously didn’t keep you from enjoying it, so I’m glad.
I really liked this book, too; it really was just pure fun.