SPEAK OF THE DEVIL

Wilding’s debut thriller asks which of seven women beheaded a man they all had compelling reasons to kill.

Once DI Nova Stokoe learns that the decapitated head found in an upper room in Newcastle’s Towneley Arms Hotel is that of scientist Jamie Spellman, the mystery is only beginning. Despite his undoubted charm and the coveted grant he’d won to support a project intended to identify the perpetrators of long-ago sex crimes, Jamie was a master manipulator who seems to have seduced, gaslighted, threatened, and betrayed every woman who crossed his path. It’s clear from the beginning that the women in his life—retired policeman’s wife Maureen Jones, infertile Sadia Spellman, wealthy Sarah Smith, librarian Olive Farrugia, cafe server Josie Kitchen, journalist Kaysha Jackson, trans chemist Ana Maria Cortês—have somehow made common cause, but it’s much less clear how they came together in ways that transcended the particulars of their nominal relationships with him. As the story leaps from one woman’s point of view to the next, a damning portrait emerges of a man without scruples who richly deserved his death. What’s most distinctive here is not the question of whodunit or even the piercing group portrait of the women in Jamie’s life but the delicate care with which Wilding ensures that even the most routine revelations—which of these women was Jamie’s aunt, which one his wife, which one the mother of his child, which one his rape victim, which ones his sometime lovers, which of them cast a spell that involved the sacrifice of a sheep—arrive with a jolt.

Man-hating driven to a furious point.