I have a confession to make. One that may make a pariah amongst all right-thinking book readers and reviewers.
I often read the back couple of pages long before the end of the book.
a very old habit, and one that I’ve never been able to entirely
break. (And since I read about a study that claimed that people who
participate in this shameful practice still get the same enjoyment out
of books as those who don’t, I haven’t worried about it too much.)
in reading Gone Girl, about 30 pages in, I felt that old tug. Just
check the back few pages. Go ahead, do it. And I tell you, I’ve never
been good at ignoring that voice when it insinuates itself into my head.
this is a book where that knowledge from the last few pages definitely
changes how you read the whole thing. Don’t worry, I won’t spoil it for
you (at least, I’ll try not to), but knowing the ending made me read the
whole book very differently. And I enjoyed that. I think I would have
been frustrated had I not known how it was going to end.
Sorry, I’m an unrepentant sinner.
Girl is what, nouveau noir? Where everyone could be a little bit shady,
and crimes are flying fast and witty? Well, it doesn’t have that noir
turn of phrase that you get with the great classics of the genre, but
the story is solid, and the twists and turns very enjoyable.
Dunne’s wife has disappeared, in a struggle. He reacts inappropriately
to some of the succeeding search. But did he kill his wife, or is there
something else afoot? That wife, Amy, was the subject of a bestselling
series of books written by her child psychologist parents. She was
Amazing Amy to the world, and had attracted some stalkers in the past.
Are they involved? And what about that diary?
I’m not sure I can tell you anything else without doing to you what I happily did to myself.
But Gone Girl was a fast read, an entertaining one, and if you like a twisted mystery, worth picking up.