Kudos to the author for trying this style of writing. I liked the alternative universes where different things happened according to her behaviour at the crucial moment. How long did she hesitate? Did she try to help or not? And what did say when asked? So truly two books in one which can be tricky to both write and read as you need to keep two plots in your head at the same time. And actually London doesn’t get smog any more - only heavy pollution on a still summer day unless it comes across the channel - or sometimes we Saharan sand... The last know smog was in 2016 in December and was caused by pollution, to get black feet - and I well remember getting them myself, in my hippy phase, when I walked London streets barefoot (!), you need coal or wood fires, which have been banned for a very long time. However, that very picky point aside, I liked this book.
All we can be sure of, as we read this story, as it weaves through the times and places, is that the central character acquires and uses different identities in the way that you and I change our underwear.
She says she is young, but when did her wanderings really start? At what age?
The stories that she tells appear incompatible and they change – she admits – according to her audience.
So who is the true person? And what is her true story you are left guessing until the final chapter.
An interesting way of telling this story that initially seems confusing but once you get into your stride is quite revealing.
About 60% of the way through Horowitz announces he knows who the murderer is and why. But I’d already thought about that solution – and dismissed it. Certainly I agreed with his reason, but not the identity. And guess what – the solution was not what he thought.
Now this may seem a strange way of starting a review – isn’t Horowitz the author? So how can he be working out the who the killer is? He must know surely.
Well this story is told autobiographically where Horowitz the author plays Horowitz the story participant.
Which was a very interesting concept of telling a pseudo PI/Sherlock Holmes story.
For me it was refreshing and original.
This is not that Book. It is another one.
This is not that story – it is another one.
A different story. A story of of passion and compassion. A story of communal mind-sets and beliefs.
A story full of characters, scenes, emotions, descriptions. Full but very readable. Slow paced yet still full.
I knew from very early on just what the scandal was going to be – roughly anyway. I knew what it would be about, when it would happen, where it would happen and who would be the main protagonists. But still I was entranced by the story of how we got there and how people reacted.
The writing for me was very powerful – the use of repeated phrases and sentences was very effective.
And the story of just how brutal hockey and the life in a very small and isolated dying town can be, and the need to conform to these small minds, was chilling.
Looking forward to the sequel.
Brilliant new Medical Examiner series with a doctor who prefers her patients dead and with a sociopathic husband who doesn’t exactly want her dead, but close will do.
My first Girard novels and not my last.
I couldn’t put down Exhume and wanted so much to find out how the story ended that I carried straight onto Excise, book #2.
The sociopathic husband is well portrayed – just enough details to know he is extremely creepy and enough to know that only his (or her) death will stop him.
Anna – the ME, is also well portrayed such that we really understand how her mother’s emotional abuse primes her for Spencer’s (her husband) and leaves her vulnerable.
Excise, the second book is a direct continuation and we are ready for the manipulation by Spencer and to understand why Anna continues to work despite recovering from surgery.