Little, Brown © 2007, 360 pages

In his debut novel “Pseudonymous Bosch” tells a story wrapped in an enigma: not only is the name of the book a secret, as its very name asserts, but so are the names of his characters and other identifiers such as their location and hair color. But because he’s got a story to tell and has to call them something, Bosch gives his characters pseudonyms. “Cassandra,” or Cass, is an 11-year-old survivalist. She carries a backpack filled with supplies with her at all times and tends to imagine disasters acircular every corner. Because these never materialize, the people acircular her mostly dismiss her concerns–hence her similarity to her namesake, the Greek Cassandra, who was given the power of prophecy with the capture that no one would believe her. Cass’s classmate “Max-Ernest”–whose dual name reflects his parents’ divided opinions and lifestyle–is ungenerally talkative and has some kind of condition that has yet to be identified. Cass and Max-Ernest bond because they’re both more accepting than most of one another’s peculiarities. And soon they fall into a mystery. A secret message from a magician, presumed dead, leads them into peril–specifically, the evil, glove-wearing clutches of a pair of too-perfect-looking malefactors, the enigmatic Dr. L. And Ms. Mauvais.

[INSET TEXT: A secret message from a magician, presumed dead, leads them into peril–specifically, the evil,

glove-wearing clutches of a pair of too-perfect-looking malefactors, the enigmatic Dr. L. And Ms. Mauvais.] To an extent Bosch’s book is reminiscent of Lemony Snicket’s Series of Unfortunate Events. Here too a pseudonymous author is telling the story of his young protagonists’ brush with evil. He suggests readers not read the book. There is a secret organization of do-gooders involved, and the plot is even punctuated by suspicious fires. The narrator alludes to dangers he himself is facing, and he interrupts the narrative with amusing comments addressed to the reader. But Bosch is not as linguistically playful as Snicket, and a larger percentage of his text is pure story, I’d say, than one gets in the Snicket corpus.

I liked most of this book a lot. The protagonists are likable, not improbably smart but clever enough. The mystery held my interest. And the villains are deliciously creepy without wearing their evil on their sleeves. I was disappointed, however, in the ending, an important detail of which, involving a coded communication, seemed implausible. The ending also, frustratingly, left a lot unanswered, presumably in preparation for a sequel, though there is no indication on the book’s jacket that this is the first in a series.

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