** Naive cliché
I should say that the review
contains some spoilers, but in fact the plot is so obvious that I don’t think
it’s necessary.
Let’s start with
the few positive aspects of this novel.
The prose is
definitely beautiful and clean. The author is very good in managing the point
of view of the protagonist and overall the text compels you to a quick read,
though I must confess that I was in a hurry to finish it just to get rid of it
as soon as possible.
But despite the
excellent technical skills, the story is just a naive cliché.
The useless
prologue makes it clear immediately how the story will be developed and how it
will end: it anticipates the child’s death (which then actually occurs at about
80% of the novel), shows that she is alone and that there is something strange
regarding her husband.
Everything else is
clarified in the first chapters.
Jenny, the main
character, is absolutely non-credible. Whenever does it happen that a single
mother, divorced, so experienced, in New York (not in the smallest village),
immediately trusts the first guy who shows interest on her? Indeed, she should
doubt this sudden interest. He proposes to her after a week! Any woman would
run like hell and someone like her, who has two daughters, faster than any
other. This lack of credibility makes her annoying because of her excessive
stupidity, weakness, and total lack of temper.
The fact that the
story is set in the 80s can justify the plot being overworn (at the time it
wasn’t so overworn), but not its poor development and two-dimensional
characters.
He looks sinister
since the beginning. After reading the prologue, it is natural to question him
immediately, all the more because of his way of being intrusive and overbearing
with a woman he just met and of whom he is interested because she is almost
identical to his dead mother, another reason why any sane person would
immediately run away from him.
The author attempts
to confuse the facts and make you doubt the protagonist fail miserably. Not
once she has managed to divert me from the conviction, gained from the first
moment I met Erich in the first chapter, that there was something wrong with
him, that he was the cause of everything. The late inclusion of elements of
doubt seems like clutching at straws and the tendency of the protagonist to
give credit to them makes her appear even more stupid and weak.
The ending is
predictable. How do you think a story like this would end? Come on!
The veiled (but not
too much) reference to Psycho must have made Hitchcock turn in his grave.
It was the first
time I read a book by Higgins Clark and, no doubt, it will be the last.
A Cry in the Night on Amazon.
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