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YONDERS, ILLINOIS

An absorbing moral drama with great depth.

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In this novel, a murder suspect returns to his native town in Illinois nearly 40 years after the crime, spurring the local police chief to doggedly reignite the investigation.

In 1959, Keelan Putnam is trying to straighten out the crooked path of his life—a petty criminal since he was a child, he manages to land both a wife, Mae Rowan, and a job in his native Yonders, Illinois. This sleepy town, which “only made the papers when there were fires, murders or some silliness,” is brought to vivid life by Noyes. But when Keelan suddenly loses his job, he angrily heads to Earl Wyatt’s farmhouse. Keelan had sold stolen goods to Earl before and knew he kept a considerable amount of cash at home. That plan goes terribly wrong, though, and Keelan ends up murdering not only Earl, but also his wife, Esther, and his daughter, Rachel, a “feeble-minded” girl. Keelan catches a lucky break when Freeman Lane, a scrawny Black kid, suddenly and inexplicably confesses to the crime. Decades later, in 1998, Keelan returns to Yonders, arousing the scrutiny of Buster Lawton, who at the time of the killings was a rookie cop and is now the chief of police. Lawton is convinced Keelan is responsible for the Wyatt murders.

In this complex but never superfluously convoluted drama, Noyes sensitively charts the killings’ ramifications, which crescendo nearly 40 years later. At the heart of the story is the fragility of a person’s destiny and the myriad ways in which a minor setback can snowball into a tragedy—a gripping idea unfurled by the author with considerable dramatic power. Keelan was not destined to be a criminal, let alone a murderer, a fact his mother, Etna, affectingly reflects on: “Seemed like only yesterday, as folks say, that those little kids were running in and out, playing cowboys and Indians, shooting toy guns and whooping it up out back in the alley. Jezzie knew Keelan when he was still little and good, before he turned.” There are some small missteps on Noyes’ part—he tends to indulge in heavy-handed attempts at cheap symbolism. Keelan’s mother likes to discuss her own hometown of Regret, Kentucky, a clumsy foreshadowing of her son’s fate. In addition, a figure referred to as “the Devil” makes several melodramatic appearances and issues cryptic moral counsel: “You can’t rest until the reckoning.” These transparent literary devices are especially unfortunate because the story doesn’t need them—readers will be moved by Noyes’ extraordinary blend of a crime drama and an almost biblical tale of the elusiveness of moral redemption. As captivating as Lawton is—an invariant defender of justice in a morally ambiguous world—the most subtly drawn character is Keelan, a darkly violent man who, under a different set of circumstances, might have become a decent one. This is a sumptuously engrossing novel, one bursting with insights and a keen sense of the delicate balance between luck and moral choice that defines a life.

An absorbing moral drama with great depth.

Pub Date: Oct. 17, 2023

ISBN: 9788409542918

Page Count: 384

Publisher: Trebol Editions

Review Posted Online: March 11, 2024

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THE SILENT PATIENT

Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.

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A woman accused of shooting her husband six times in the face refuses to speak.

"Alicia Berenson was thirty-three years old when she killed her husband. They had been married for seven years. They were both artists—Alicia was a painter, and Gabriel was a well-known fashion photographer." Michaelides' debut is narrated in the voice of psychotherapist Theo Faber, who applies for a job at the institution where Alicia is incarcerated because he's fascinated with her case and believes he will be able to get her to talk. The narration of the increasingly unrealistic events that follow is interwoven with excerpts from Alicia's diary. Ah, yes, the old interwoven diary trick. When you read Alicia's diary you'll conclude the woman could well have been a novelist instead of a painter because it contains page after page of detailed dialogue, scenes, and conversations quite unlike those in any journal you've ever seen. " 'What's the matter?' 'I can't talk about it on the phone, I need to see you.' 'It's just—I'm not sure I can make it up to Cambridge at the minute.' 'I'll come to you. This afternoon. Okay?' Something in Paul's voice made me agree without thinking about it. He sounded desperate. 'Okay. Are you sure you can't tell me about it now?' 'I'll see you later.' Paul hung up." Wouldn't all this appear in a diary as "Paul wouldn't tell me what was wrong"? An even more improbable entry is the one that pins the tail on the killer. While much of the book is clumsy, contrived, and silly, it is while reading passages of the diary that one may actually find oneself laughing out loud.

Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.

Pub Date: Feb. 5, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-250-30169-7

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Celadon Books

Review Posted Online: Nov. 3, 2018

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2018

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A CONSPIRACY OF BONES

Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.

Another sweltering month in Charlotte, another boatload of mysteries past and present for overworked, overstressed forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan.

A week after the night she chases but fails to catch a mysterious trespasser outside her town house, some unknown party texts Tempe four images of a corpse that looks as if it’s been chewed by wild hogs, because it has been. Showboat Medical Examiner Margot Heavner makes it clear that, breaking with her department’s earlier practice (The Bone Collection, 2016, etc.), she has no intention of calling in Tempe as a consultant and promptly identifies the faceless body herself as that of a young Asian man. Nettled by several errors in Heavner’s analysis, and even more by her willingness to share the gory details at a press conference, Tempe launches her own investigation, which is not so much off the books as against the books. Heavner isn’t exactly mollified when Tempe, aided by retired police detective Skinny Slidell and a host of experts, puts a name to the dead man. But the hints of other crimes Tempe’s identification uncovers, particularly crimes against children, spur her on to redouble her efforts despite the new M.E.’s splenetic outbursts. Before he died, it seems, Felix Vodyanov was linked to a passenger ferry that sank in 1994, an even earlier U.S. government project to research biological agents that could control human behavior, the hinky spiritual retreat Sparkling Waters, the dark web site DeepUnder, and the disappearances of at least four schoolchildren, two of whom have also turned up dead. And why on earth was Vodyanov carrying Tempe’s own contact information? The mounting evidence of ever more and ever worse skulduggery will pull Tempe deeper and deeper down what even she sees as a rabbit hole before she confronts a ringleader implicated in “Drugs. Fraud. Breaking and entering. Arson. Kidnapping. How does attempted murder sound?”

Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.

Pub Date: March 17, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9821-3888-2

Page Count: 352

Publisher: Scribner

Review Posted Online: Dec. 22, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020

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