Showing posts with label Mystery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mystery. Show all posts

Monday, May 14, 2012

Book Review: Drowned


Title: Drowned
Author: Therese Bowman
Translator: Marlaine Delargy
Publisher: Other Press
Pub. Date: May 22, 2012
ISBN: 9781590515242

Drowned is surprising, a quality that is rare in the books I’ve encountered recently. The mystery isn’t simply unpredictable in that it zigs where you anticipate it would zag; it is also restrained in places where most books would go all out.

Above all things, Drowned is subtle. It demands a careful reader who will not skim over a line or two in an eagerness to discover the twists of the increasingly tense plot. Yet it begins so slowly and simply that the reader doesn’t discover its demands until far along in the novel, a process which mirrors the predicament of Marina, the protagonist.

Marina escapes Stockholm and the university coursework she has failed to complete to spend a few weeks with her sister Stella in the country home of Stella’s boyfriend Gabriel. The depiction of the rural environment is one of the great strengths of the novel. The preoccupation with sensory detail doesn’t just immerse the reader in rural Sweden. Bowman figuratively utilizes the elements of nature in a way that is obvious yet not heavy-handed. 

Stylistically, run-on sentences are so pervasive throughout the novel that one can only conclude that they are a deliberate choice. While at first distracting, these lines work overall in a way I wouldn’t have thought possible by furthering the blurred, dream-like atmosphere of the novel. The sudden, furtive sexual encounters that develop between Marina and Gabriel have an air of unreality. As Marina returns to Stockholm, the relationship seems to end without consequences.

Yet in the second half of the novel, fall has set in, and the haze that summer cast over the characters dissipates. Everything that was established in part one is turned on its head, including Marina’s obsession with Gabriel. Bowman’s brevity and restraint pays off in a wholly unexpected ending. Drowned is a novel that will linger in your mind and leave you eager to turn back to the beginning when you have read the final page.


Disclosure: I received a copy of this book for review purposes from netgalley.com.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Book Review: Beneath the Shadows


 Title: Beneath the Shadows
Author: Sara Foster
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press
Imprint: Minotaur Books
Pub. Date: June 05, 2012
ISBN: 97803112643362

The plot summary from St. Martin’s: 

“When Grace’s husband, Adam, inherits an isolated North Yorkshire cottage, they leave the bustle of London behind to try a new life. A week later, Adam vanishes without a trace, leaving their baby daughter, Millie, in her stroller on the doorstep. The following year, Grace returns to the tiny village on the untamed heath.  Everyone—the police, her parents, even her best friend and younger sister—is convinced that Adam left her. But Grace, unable to let go of her memories of their love and life together, cannot accept this explanation.  .  . As Grace hunts through forgotten corners of the cottage searching for clues, and digs deeper into the lives of the locals, strange dreams begin to haunt her.  .  . Only as snowfall threatens to cut her and Millie off from the rest of the world does Grace make a terrible discovery. She has been looking in the wrong place for answers all along, and she and her daughter will be in terrible danger if she cannot get them away in time.”

False advertising in a publisher’s marketing copy can create significant problems for the reader if the copy is read before the book. Though I suspect that the inaccuracy was a well-intentioned attempt to convey the essence of Beneath the Shadows, I struggled for many pages to find the novel that St. Martin’s described as “a thrilling gothic debut that evokes Daphne Du Maurier's Rebecca and Arthur Conan Doyle's Hound of the Baskervilles.” If you’re looking for Gothic thrills, this is not your novel.  The plot and prose are far too reserved to attract readers in search of a mystery with psychological sturm un drang. It’s reminiscent of Rebecca only in that the main character happens to be reading Rebecca in several scenes.

When I moved beyond the publisher’s description that initially piqued my interest, I found myself quickly warming to a very different novel. On her website, Australian writer Sara Foster shares a much more accurate description of her second novel: “It is being likened to books by Sophie Hannah and Rosamund Lupton.” In its quiet way, Beneath the Shadows sneaks up on the reader, gathering momentum from its slow beginning to increase the pace and tension until the very end.

The beautifully depicted setting is practically a character in its own right. Grace is immediately engaging, though her character is not greatly fleshed out or distinctive. We understand Grace only in relation to others, despite the first person narration. Though Grace is not a particularly complex character, she is more than likeable enough to compel the reader to follow her story to its not unexpected conclusion.

Problematically, a number of sub plots and characters are brought to the forefront, only to fade into insignificance. It was unclear to me why the best friend who’s been in unrequited love with Grace forever was part of the story. Grace’s numerous fruitless calls to a police detective that end with the detective not taking her concerns very seriously didn’t serve to ratchet up the tension or depict Grace as isolated. The natural landscape which thwarts Grace’s attempts at escape is far more successful as a device to accomplish these ends.

Scenes that could have been dramatized to great effect, such as the retrieval of Adam’s body from its makeshift grave, are glossed over.   A number of characters are not fleshed out, resulting in a lack of connection that makes it difficult to care about their fate. The most problematic character is Adam, the missing husband. Since Adam isn’t present, it’s natural that he feels frustratingly undefined. But the dramatic tension would have been greatly heightened had I questioned for a moment whether Adam had abruptly left his family, as opposed to dying. Because Grace is so convinced that he wouldn’t have run off, it never feels like a possibility.

Despite its missteps, the novel is compelling. Its charm lies mainly in the realistic portrayal of Grace’s relationship with her daughter Millie and in its careful rendering of the Yorkshire hamlet so small that Grace’s sister Annabel says,“I'm not sure this place even qualifies as a hamlet--you just live on the road to somewhere else. " The joys, tedium and constant attention required to care for a fifteen month old are rendered perfectly. Unlike some novels in which a child feels like a prop that’s stowed away for pages at a time, Grace’s responsibility to care for Millie grounds the plot. In the end, this solid depiction pays off in reader investment when Grace acts decisively to protect her child.

In short, this is a book that I read it one sitting, staying up late because I was anxious to learn the truth behind the various mysteries presented.  Yet when I was done, my nerves weren’t frayed by adrenaline, and I slept easily. If you’re looking for a fast-paced mystery that delivers mild thrills, Beneath the Shadows is an excellent choice. 


Disclosure: I received a copy of this book for review purposes from netgalley.com.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Third Sentence Thursday: THE HYPNOTIST

 Time to play Third Sentence Thursday, a blog game hosted by Proud Brook Nerd.  Here are the rules: "take the book you are currently reading and post the third sentence of the third chapter. Feel free to share one or two of the following sentences, if you’d like."


The third of the third:

Erik says the boy’s name, and something passes painfully across the face.

I think it's fair to say that's not a great sentence. I'm only half way through the book, and I haven't pin able to pin this one down. It's the type of novel I was looking for--a creepy thriller that features an evil child. 

However, it's intensely gruesome in a gratuitous way, and unless something changes quickly, the plot is extremely predictable. It is excessively long--some might even say self-indulgently so--and there may be a shocking twist in the next 250 pages.

 But I'm not sure I'll be able to keep reading till the end, as the stilted prose (which may be a problem with the translation) and the predictability are making me rapidly lose interest. I'll update if this novel ends up on the "did not finish" list.

The one thing this novel has going for it is the cover above on the left. It's a perfect blend of elements that intrinsically make the reader fearful--the figure in the shadows,the stairs, the red carpet. It's subtle, unlike the alternate cover above on the right. Unfortunately, I think that the cover on the right is more representative of the novel.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Third Sentence Thursday: WE HAVE ALWAYS LIVED IN THE CASTLE


Time to play Third Sentence Thursday, a blog game (somehow I prefer this description to "meme") hosted by Proud Brook Nerd.  Here are the rules: "take the book you are currently reading and post the third sentence of the third chapter. Feel free to share one or two of the following sentences, if you’d like."

I'm finishing up Shirley Jackson's WE HAVE ALWAYS LIVED IN THE CASTLE. Like everyone else, I read "The Lottery" growing up. Since I started my WIP, I've been reading a lot of classic thrillers/horror novels. THE HOUSE ON HAUNTED HILL  was the first of Jackson's novels that I read. It was just as creepy and amazing as CASTLE. Jackson's unreliable narrators take you on this ride, where at first things are scary, and not as they seem, and you try to figure out what's really going on. Then, there's the long narrative space that feels like simultaneously watching a car crash happen and being in the car as it crashes. At the end, you've returned to a farther distance, unable to look away from all the smashed up cars and bodies.

I need to look up Jackson's birthday and start the movement for a National Shirley Jackson Day, because she is that amazing.


The third of the third: "I watched her."

Today's third obviously proves there are limitations to the game. Here are the next two lines:

"On Saturday morning, after Helen Clarke had come to tea, Constance looked at the driveway three times. Uncle Julian was not well on Saturday morning, after tiring himself at tea, and stayed in his bed in his warm room next to the kitchen, looking out of the window beside his pillow, calling now and then to make Constance notice him."

Three sentences from the third chapter gives you just enough to sense the atmosphere of the book.  But if you're uncertain whether or not you'd be interested in reading, check out the last two sentences of the first paragraph of the novel:

"I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the deathcup mushroom. Everyone else in my family is dead."

These two lines just blow me away. I'm putting off the other books that I had planned to read to continue to read Jackson.  Next up is THE SUNDIAL.