Metaphorical back-stabbing in a ballet troupe leads to the real thing in this whodunit.
The sprightly first installment of Robbins’ On Pointe Mystery series finds Leah Siderova, a 30-something principal dancer in New York City’s American Ballet Company, hoping to make a comeback from knee surgery by starring in hot choreographer Bryan Leister’s new work. She loses out to Arianna Bonneville, the company’s new ingénue, 10 years her junior and possessed of superlative talent and sly cruelty. (“I used to watch you dance when I was still a little girl,” she purrs to Leah.) When Leah finds Arianna in the costume room with dress shears planted in her back, all signs point to her as the perp because 1) she clumsily put her fingerprints on the murder weapon; 2) the whole company heard her threaten to cut the victim down during a tiff; and 3) when asked who attacked her, Arianna murmured “Leah” before expiring. Shrewd, handsome police detective Jonah Sobol likes Leah for the crime, and even her Uncle Morty, a lawyer, thinks she should cop a plea. But she’s determined to prove her innocence by finding the real killer. The suspects include Zarina Devereaux, an amoral French ballerina and rival of Arianna’s; various men and women who may have been sleeping with or jealous of the two dancers; and many corps de ballet peons whom the victim tormented. With the police closing in, Leah goes on the lam in disguise to continue her investigation—and discovers a world of salt-of-the-earth types very different from the ruthless denizens of her dancer’s bubble. In this limber yarn, Robbins, an ex–ballet dancer and author of Lesson Plan for Murder(2017), deploys her tartly witty prose to offer a delicious, well-observed sendup of the ballet world. The plot has red herrings, arbitrarily withheld evidence, and third act problems, but that doesn’t detract from the fun of watching Leah navigate atop her aching, blistered feet through the labyrinth of balletic cattiness and vanity (Zarina “peered around my shoulder to look in the mirror that hung behind me, checking to see that she was still as beautiful as she was five minutes earlier”). Readers will root for Leah as she sleuths her way through the troupe’s comic excesses.
A graceful mystery that pirouettes around a cast of entertaining narcissists.