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There is nothing more upsetting than falling for the hype on a book jacket. The Swan Island Murders (1930) with its striking Art Deco influenced illustration of a silhouetted damsel being threatened by claw-like hands and the promise of "mystery, horror and detection" was enough to lure me in. While there is plenty of mystery and a smattering of rudimentary detection on display there is little horror to thrill a 21st century reader. This is a book of its age when its intended audience surely would've been thrilled by the exotic and bizarre plot elements but which led me to spend time on outside research as I found fault with the author's supposed arcane knowledge of Indian religion and mythology that dominates the story,The rear of the book jacket leads one to believe that the poor souls stranded on Swan Island at an impromptu house party at the home of wealthy eccentric Nahum Gould, a collector of Indian esoterica and a variety of Southeast Asian artifacts, are at the mercy of a mad…

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