This appears to be one of those modern thriller/mystery novels with handsful of unreliable narrators and constant unfurling revelations in the back quarter. I am at best ambivalent about that structure--at some point further revelatory twists just feel ... cheap--but this novel is written reasonably competently, and Ms. McHugh does seem to have some insight into her characters. I've read at least one other novel recently where a detective with a baby on the way was investigating a crime against a child, I dunno if that's coincidence or something once clever that's drifting haplessly toward trope. This is a novel that feels grimier than anything by Joy or Cosby or Burke, mainly because the characters aren't fighting against such structural forces, they've mostly done this damage to themselves and each other.
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Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie
This is labeled as an epistolary novel, but that's not entirely right. There are entries that could not possibly have been written, fr...
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I read this book like thirty years ago (ack!) when I was in college, and I remembered liking it, and when my wife picked it as a classic-i...
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The cover text calls this something like "one of the most important novels" blah blah blah. It's not a novel, it's a disc...
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Not a novel, which ... well ... some of the events described in the book would stretch credulity in fiction. It's a book about the lie...
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