It surprises me a lot that this book was never made into a film (As far as I know). It has certain things that would have made a very gripping cinematic experience.
Funny that I always think that about this story. They say that it's often mediocre books that make a good film. (This book's far better than that) It's also quite a chunky book. (Doesn't obviously lend itself to a film script you would think) But it has some plot ideas in it that haven't been done I'm sure, and filmmakers always seem to fall back on all the same old cliches, when there's an original story knocking about that's an absolute gift!
The twists of the story seem bizarre if they are described, yet I think they're developed in a fairly convincing way. There's an unrealistic satirical novel, which I won't name, but which I suspect could have been the inspiration for this. Even if Rigbey has derived the story, she still makes a very good, readable thriller, with a pretty good twist at the end. It's a book that eschews pace for longueurs, for the slow build-up, and that's a particular quality I liked about it. Ultimately it has a haunting quality, a touch of the gothic, you will sympathise with the central character for falling for something he has constructed in his own mind, but which...
When I finished it I regretted reading it. I did not like the style of writing at all. I only read the first couple of chapters because I had nothing else to read. Then curiosity got the best of me and I read the rest. I found it the ending disappointing and the rest not worth reading.
Ich fand die Charaktere sehr authentisch und bin gut in die Geschichte gekommen. Vor allem das Ende hat mich sehr überrascht und ich hatte bis zur letzten Seite Spaß an dem Buch. :)
I was impressed with this 20 years ago, when I first read it, and I'm impressed today. At 550 pages, don't pretend to be surprised that this is the slowest of slow burns -- and you will either like that, and be impressed by slow build-up, and dark humor. Or you won't.
First, this isn't really a mystery or whodunnit. Put that out of your head right now. Trying to avoid spoilers here, but this is more like a slow, steady demonstration of how we (readers and characters) kid ourselves, and ignore the evidence right in front of our eyes. Rereading it, and remembering very clearly "the big reveal," one of the great pleasures was noticing how, page upon page, Rigbey drops little hints and clues (at one point, like the story of the Emperor's New Clothes, a 7-year-old child more or less says outright what we should all see), so that, at the end, we can't really say that we haven't been told.
I'm still pondering exactly what Rigbey thought she was doing here. Not a mystery or whodunnit -- something more devious, disguised as a mystery ... (Ooops! Have I said too much?) What struck me this time is how funny it is -- the blurb from The Wall Street Journal on my copy describes the novel as "a comedy of manners ..." and I think there's a lot of truth in that -- like the scientists in her story, Rigbey uses "aim, method, result, conclusion" to describe and dissect different kind of barely functional families, and the individuals who get along by lying to themselves, and imposing narratives on those around them.
If I have one criticism, it's that Rigbey seemed to be in a big hurry to wind it up. After 540 pages, she barely spares 10 pages on the aftermath of The Big Reveal -- it feels like she's done with it, and anxious to get away, with lots of questions unanswered, and issues unresolved.
BUT, even so, I like it. I recommend it, if you have the time and patience and inclination for a slow burn.
For the benefit of anyone who has read the novel, and would like to address the implausibilities therein -- here we go.
This one is really good... like I don't want to put it down. If you like intelligent mystery, psychological suspense, and some eroticism, this one's for you.