French Leaves Her Readers Lost In the Woods

By Barrister Russell

After suffering through Philip Roth's excruciating account of his own childhood in a world dominated by the most boring brand of Nazism I've ever read, (I didn't think it was possible to make Hitler vanilla, but alas, Roth came through) we were all hoping the next selection would be better. Hard to imagine anything not being better, unless it was written by Merriam or Webster.

Luckily for us, Tana French and her not-so-charming boyish bangs came through. She was able to write a novel that kept all of us turning the pages and burning the midnight oil to see what was going to happen next. But most of the time, what happened next was the narrator, Rob Ryan, failing miserably as a detective and losing his nerve at the most inopportune times. The story followed Ryan as he investigated a murder in his childhood hometown - the same place that he was involved in a disappearing act as a child 20 years earlier. That's right. Ryan had his own little Amber Alert when he was 12, as his two best friends were abducted and never heard from again. And conveniently for the cops, he didn't remember a single thing from the whole incident. Thus the plot was set - two murders, twenty years apart, same place, same characters. What more could you ask for?

Unfortunately, a lot. As the two stories lace in and out like a pair of worn-out Chuck Taylor's, French properly builds the storyline into something truly epic. The two laces cross over each other time after time, but brilliantly never get in the way. Chapters fly by. Clues mount up. Tension builds. Then, just as the perfect climax is built, French flicks her pen and the shoelace breaks. It happens sometimes. The knot is tied too many times that it eventually wears out from overuse. French had us tied up and twisted and thoroughly engrossed in her simultaneous plots. But in the end, she had simply created something too big and too epic to properly solve or do justice - too many knots to untangle. And what that meant for us was complete and utter disappointment. We were left feeling empty. Lost. Used. With nothing but the stench of a worn out plot in our hands.

It's frustrating to read books like this. So well-written. So well-articulated. Characters unique and memorable. Crime dialogue and jargon impeccable. Pop culture references spot-on and unforced. But sometimes, the ending is the hardest part. Maybe that's why a lot of authors start there. Or why ideas sometimes begin at the end. I don't know. But French clearly didn't either.

One other thing - I really didn't appreciate her version of herself in the story, i.e. Cassie. Talk about waxing poetically about something that will never be aesthetically pleasing in any way. Let me explain. According to French, Cassie was the youngest, most savvy detective on the Murder squad. Cassie was a woman who inexplicably avoided any form of chastising in all her years on the force. Cassie was always right. Cassie made all the breakthroughs in the case. Cassie was continuously described as beautiful in the eyes of the narrator. Cassie overcame all the odds and challenges that faced her. Cassie got married. Cassie lived happily ever after. Oh, and in reality, Cassie had a man's haircut, was admittedly pudgy, worked in a man's field and couldn't get a confession out of a suspect if she had a signed presidential pardon in her hands. And Rob, the male narrator, well his life fell apart because he couldn't handle anything. His reactions to certain breakthroughs in the case were, excuse me if I sound sexist, what the reader would expect from a female character. But all those points were cleverly and conveniently glossed over by French. Well done, sweetheart. You managed to turn a psychological crime thriller into a feminist soap box. Or at least, it seemed that way to me. And if you asked Rob, I'm sure he'd agree.

Was it better than Roth? Oh yeah. Was it a page turner? Absolutely. Was it a good book? Yes and no. It was a flawed book with glaring omissions and shortcomings. But, it was a lot of fun and a nice escape. Just gonna need a little more out of the ending next time. The Gentlemen have high standards for their literature.

Overall rating: 2.875 Beaver Pelt Hats

Barrister Lichtenauer: +2
Barrister Russell: +3.5
Barrister Shaw: +3
Barrister Wells: +3

Meeting Place: Irish author. Irish setting. Irish restaurant. Where else in Kansas City but O'Dowd's on the Country Club Plaza? Ok, there are tons of other, probably more Irish places, but we got lazy.

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