Now that I’m finally onto Gillian Flynn (who, of course, I’ve
been aware of since this book came out in 2006), I’ve got some conflicted
feelings about it. While the strongest part of the book is its dysfunctional characters,
including Camille Preaker’s home town of Wind Gap, it’s also some the
unpleasant aspects of Sharp Objects, like the horrible pettiness that small
town life seems to perpetuate, the ugliness, the backstabbing and even the
causal sexuality that simmers more on the surface than below.
By and far, it is a strong debut, a literary thriller with
mean streak that made me turn the pages, but left me feeling a bit dirty, like
the remnants of a water line on house after a great flood. All the characters,
even Camille, are a bit unlikeable (and just another reminder of why small town
life can be suffocating for the folks who don’t fit it).
“WICKED above her hipbone, GIRL across her heart. Words are
like a road map to reporter Camille Preaker's troubled past. Fresh from a brief
stay at a psych hospital, Camille's first assignment from the second-rate daily
Chicago paper where she works brings her reluctantly back to her hometown to
cover the murders of two preteen girls. Since she left town eight years ago,
Camille has hardly spoken to her neurotic, hypochondriac mother or to the
half-sister she barely knows: a beautiful thirteen-year-old with an eerie grip
on the town. Now, installed again in her family's Victorian mansion, Camille is
haunted by the childhood tragedy she has spent her whole life trying to cut
from her memory. As Camille works to uncover the truth about these violent
crimes, she finds herself identifying with the young victims — a bit too
strongly. Clues keep leading to dead ends, forcing Camille to unravel the
psychological puzzle of her own past to get at the story. Dogged by her own
demons, Camille will have to confront what happened to her years before if she
wants to survive this homecoming.”
Yes the book is dark, and at times original (but the basic
premise is time worn), and Camille will either anger women for her foolishness
and her very casual attitude about sex and the role women play in that theater,
or they’ll praise her for being so strong –and yet fragile- when you understand
the life she grew up in. Camille is a survivor, but that survivability is always
close to enveloping her like the night when she does things that seem deliberately
(like the endless drinking) destructive. She understands it is wrong, but does
it anyways. And while Flynn’s prose is strong, I still could never get near to
Camille. I mean, at times, I just hated the character. I’m sure that’s her
intention, but while Sharp Objects is a good, well written book, I feel that
this genre may not be for me.
Though, ironically, as I say this, I’m about to read her
second book, Dark Places. And that has started out with another mean, dysfunctional
woman who comes into contact with the folks who are obsessed with real-life
crimes. This may temper my reading of Flynn’s huge break through novel, Gone
Girl.
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