My last encounter with Jincy Willett led to this deep and insightful review. Fortunately, The Writing Class fared a little better; I enjoyed it. Amy Gallup, once a celebrated author, hasn’t written in years–that is, if you don’t count scribbling on the margins of really bad student writing from the workshop she teaches at the local community college or her lists of strange words that she posts to her blog late at night. Business is as usual: there’s a new crop of workshop attendees with varying degrees of talent, the woman who has taken her class five times already is back; and Amy settles into the comfort of teaching. Only all of a sudden, one person in the class is doing malevolent things to the others in a sneaky, underhand sort of way. And then there is a murder. It’s one of them. Who is it? Who is next to be murdered? And how does Amy and her students handle it?
Okay, I confess; I figured out who is was pretty early on; there was only one person it could be. Still, it didn’t detract from the story at all, which was mystery, writing advice, and the story of Amy who slowly lets herself be drawn into a community and writing again after a long, dark and very depressing existence.