Something I‘m realizing about first-person narratives is that I need to enjoy the “company” of the person I‘m going to spend 300-ish pages with. Or they have to at least not annoy me. Unfortunately, Ernest annoyed me.
I appreciated the way Stevenson constructed this—with a section for each family member, revealing who they‘d killed. I liked the setup with the “10 Commandments of Detective Fiction.” Ernest bending over backwards to emphasize ⤵️