I didn’t read a single bad book last year, and the streak remains intact with Tana French’s “In the Woods,” narrated by Dublin homicide detective Rob Ryan, whose latest case, the murder of a twelve-year-old girl, takes him back to the woods where, as a child, his two best friends vanished; he was found covered in blood with no recollection of what had happened.
For those who don’t like ambiguity, I will tell you that the disappearance of Rob’s friends remains unresolved, but this doesn’t detract from the story. Rob is a fully-drawn character who remains sympathetic as his life begins to unravel; his partner/closest friend, Cassie, who narrates the follow-up “The Likeness,” which I’ll be reading next, is also very likeable. Though the murder and its perpetrator are disturbing, it was the dissolution of Rob and Cassie’s friendship that I found most wrenching.
(Okay, technically it was a year ago yesterday morning, but I couldn’t resist an ’80s-song reference.)
One year ago, I began this blog by telling you that I was a liar. (Update: I did become a Facebooker a few months ago. But I still have a plain old–emphasis on old– cell phone and no Twitter account– in other words, the crown and sash aren’t forthcoming.) As I mentioned, I’ve enjoyed getting back to my writerly ways, and I’m thrilled that there are people who seem to enjoy the results. (Yes, I have readers now! And commenters! And subscribers!) So, thank you, and the next time you come across an annoying word or phrase, I hope you’ll think of me.