LAST GREAT READS FOR APRIL, 2013
Rubbernecker, by Belinda Bauer
Patrick Fort is 18 years
old, and has left home to study anatomy
at university in the Welsh city of Cardiff.
He will share a tiny house with two other students and has a small
allowance from his mum for food and incidentals, similar to so many other young
people experiencing relative independence for the first time – with one huge
difference: Patrick has Asperger’s
syndrome, and has gained his place at university because of his disability. The
institution must accept a certain quota of handicapped students by law.
Patrick will never be
‘normal’. His social skills are
practically non-existent; humour and
irony are completely wasted on him, for Patrick takes every statement and
situation literally. If logic is not
evident to him in conversations and actions he refuses to respond. He is also fanatically clean and hates being
touched, foibles which baffle and irritate his flatmates and fellow students,
who are unaware that his condition has a name.
On the upside, however,
Patrick has some enviable skills: he
loves puzzles; he can fix a mucked-up
Rubik’s cube in seconds, then offer to show the mucker-upper (in this case, the
university Professor who admitted him to the anatomy class) where he went
wrong; he has a wonderful aptitude for
all things mechanical; and the human
body, that supreme example of physical mechanics, is the puzzle he most
wants to solve – for Patrick’s father was killed in a hit-and-run accident when
he was eight and the killer was never found.
Nor can Patrick understand the concept of death logically; he needs to know by dissecting a body, where
life goes, and if it could ever come back.
He needs to know, and the
logical place to find out is in the Dissection class where he and his
classmates are introduced to a corpse they name Bill.
Bill has donated his body
to medical science; he had been in a
serious car accident, putting him in a coma for several months before he
died; now it is up to Patrick and three
other students to study every part of Bill, and they must also establish the
official cause of death whilst they do so.
Patrick is thrilled; the mystery
of where his father went when his life ended may soon be revealed!
Unfortunately, the only
mystery revealed is the cause of Bill’s death:
he did not die of heart failure as was officially stated – he was
murdered, and Patrick is faced with solving the biggest puzzle of his young
life, and trying to keep himself alive as the murderer becomes aware that his
was not, after all, the perfect crime.
This is SUCH a good book!
Ms Bauer has, through her
impeccable research and enviable writing skills, made Patrick an entirely
credible character, imprisoned within his syndrome but not lost to it. Her minor characters are excellent and there
are some great twists and turns in the plot – she had me fooled more than once,
which is, after all, one of the most basic requirements of a good crime novel. This was a pleasure to read. Highly recommended.
AN
OLDIE BUT A GOODIE!
The
Cypress House, by Michael Koryta
I found after reading ‘The Prophet’ by the above
author, that I absolutely HAD to check out some of his earlier fiction – which
makes me wonder where I have been all my life that I have remained ignorant of
Mr Koryta (and Ms Bauer) until now. I
have spent too long in my fairy bower, obviously.
Anyway.
Hang onto your hat:
you’re going to have another white-knuckle ride (as all those really
flash reviewers say) through a hurricane; into drug-trafficking; smacking up against smelly corpses and other
nasty things in swamps; and feeling the
hairs rise on the back of the neck (even if you have none) as the hero tries to
deal with the supernatural. Oh, it’s
great stuff, and while the reader’s credulity has to be suspended more than
once, it’s a small price to pay for such a page-turner.
It is 1935, the middle of the Great Depression, and a
band of men employed by the Government are on their way by train to Florida to work
on a hugely ambitious project: to construct a succession of highway bridges
across the Florida Keys. The men are
excited; they are employed where so many thousands are not, and the work
will last a long time. The atmosphere is
light-hearted – until one of them, Arlen Wagner, starts to see his workmates transformed into
skeletons. This is not the first time
such a thing has happened to Arlen;
during the Great War of 1914-18 he fought as a Marine in France, in
Belleau Wood: that’s when he first knew
who would live and who would die. He has
sought the anaesthesia of alcohol ever since, unable to come to terms with these
terrible futuristic visions, but now he knows that they must all leave that
train - get off at the very next station,
or die. Something terrible is going to happen and he
is never wrong.
The men regard him as a crank – does he seriously think
that they are going to give up the chance of steady work on his whim? Only one young man follows him off the
train; his would-be friend, Paul
Brickhill, a gangly, friendly-as-a-puppy teenager: something in Arlen’s warning rings true for
him.
And as they watch the train of soon-to-be- corpses
leaving a tiny station in the deepest, darkest Florida countryside, that’s just
the start of misadventure and misfortune for the pair: worse things are going to occur as inevitably
as the sunrise.
This is the perfect airport or beach read. As Stephen King, that peerless master of
Horror says in a cover endorsement: ‘ a hurricane, gangsters and the
supernatural – what’s not to like?’ I
couldn’t agree more, and the icing on the cake is that Mr Koryta isn’t a sloppy
scribe who can tell a good story: he can
really WRITE. Lucky us.
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