VERA WONG'S UNSOLICITED ADVICE FOR MURDERERS

Investigating a murder gives a lonely widow purpose.

Every day at 4:30 a.m., Vera Wong Zhuzhu, 60, wakes without an alarm; texts her son, Tilbert, to say he’s sleeping his life away; and takes a brisk walk around San Francisco’s Chinatown before returning to open her business, Vera Wang’s World-Famous Teahouse. (The name isn’t a typo but a calculated choice; “even white people” have heard of Vera Wang.) While fellow immigrants used to frequent the shop, now it has only one regular customer, and though Vera and her late husband paid off the building’s mortgage years ago and she lives upstairs, the utilities alone are sapping her savings. Solitude and irrelevance are wearing on Vera until she comes downstairs one morning to find a male stranger dead on the floor. Vera calls the police, who determine that the man—Marshall Chen, 29—likely broke in and then overdosed. Vera, however, believes it was homicide, seeing as Marshall died clutching a USB drive. Granted, the cops don’t know about the drive, as Vera pocketed it before picking up the phone, but that’s probably for the best; “nobody sniffs out wrongdoing quite like a suspicious Chinese mother with time on her hands.” Gentle humor and abundant heart elevate Sutanto’s spirited mystery, which focuses primarily on the tender relationships that form between Vera and her four main suspects. A kaleidoscopic third-person narrative allows Sutanto to fully develop each character, investing readers in their fates. Vivid sensory descriptions of the custom teas Vera concocts and the elaborate feasts she prepares further heighten the feel-good appeal.

Literary comfort food in the guise of a quirky whodunit.