Sub-plots are a good way to justify “filler” in a novel like this, and the different cases that are occupying Fiona’s mind – besides the main mystery of the killing of crime thriller novelists – serve an extra function of showing just what Fiona, with her modern forensic techniques, is capable of. But it is all too easy to over-do the sub-plot action, causing some of us to get impatient with the constant side-tracking. The occasional diary-like entries written by the killer that we get a peek at from time to time are kept short and sweet, and they add a lot without distracting from the main story-line. The constant re-hashing of references to the Francis Blake/Susan Blanchard case, however, is wearing thin if it doesn’t eventually link in to the rest of the plot.
The author is portraying Fiona as a tough-minded,
logic-guided, no-nonsense kind of crime specialist while, at the same time
attempting to show how this same individual can be misled by her feelings when
her husband is involved in the case.
Fiona originally brought up the idea that the killer might be focusing
on writers, and then, when Kit starts to get worried, she seems to want to do
everything she can to rationalize it away.
This portrayal of how our humanity is a weakness even in our heroes and
heroines is admirable, but here it is emphasized to the point that Fiona
actually loses just a little of the reader’s respect – not what an author normally
intends to accomplish.
The relationships between Fiona, Kit and Steve are an
interesting mix. Steve and Fiona were an
item before Kit entered the picture, and now that Kit and Fiona are married,
Steve is not only still Fiona’s very good friend, but one of Kit’s as
well. Isn’t it nice that we’re all such
well-balanced adults that we can rise above the feelings of the past this
way? Well, yes, but how often does this
happen in real life. These three even
joke about it a little. In a discussion
of Steve’s current love life Fiona points out the main issue; “ ’The trouble with the three of us is that in
our own ways we all have a morbid fascination with violent death.’ Fiona
said. ‘Maybe Kit should fix you up with
a sexy crime writer.’ Kit spluttered. ‘Easier said than done. When you cross off the ones who are already
attached, the ones who have a serious interest in recreational drugs and the
dykes, there’s not a lot left over.’ ”
This reference to “dykes” is particularly interesting
because our author, Val McDermid, is frequently referred to as a “lesbian crime
writer” herself. For her to portray Kit
using the (derogatory?) term “dyke” is intriguing – Ms. McDermid certainly
knows the field of such writers in Great Britain, and is probably on a
first-name basis with most of them, so she is apparently revealing a real fact
here. Like they say, “Write about what
you know.” That is certainly happening
in this novel!
Next Week: Chapters 30-43
Week 4: Chapters 44-Epilogue
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