My father surprised me by picking up Speaking in Tongues when he was visiting me. I think he was attracted to the back cover copy about two men of words, one seeking peace and other seeking violence. Actually, considering the climax of the book, that cover copy is an oversimplification. Both men were seeking peace in their own way, but neither could agree with the other’s methodology. One character is a former psychiatrist and the other is a former prosecuting attorney, sometimes known as the “devil’s advocate” for the way he manipulated juries. Truthfully, Speaking in Tongues is all about ruthless manipulation and it works on multiple levels.
As a rule, I prefer mysteries to thrillers, but heart-thumping page turners have their place and Speaking in Tongues certainly had its place in a recent train commute for me. I didn’t want to put it down when I reached my destination. At any point that the pace seemed to be about to flag, author Jeffrey Deaver delivered another gut-wrenching scene of manipulation where professional expertise, unmitigated fraud, sadistic malice, and unnatural hubris caused events to go crashing out of the frame (Sorry about the cinematic metaphor, but there were times when I was visualizing the scenes as wild, frenetically directed avant garde films from the late ‘60s and ‘70s.), sometimes leaving me with a desire to evacuate my stomach’s contents as the story grabbed me viscerally.
Speaking in Tongues revolves around two men who use words like weapons. Both need to create a credible story—one to cover up and the other to uncover. Just when the reader feels like the cover-up is perfect, something threatens to unravel and then, the antagonist manages to veil his evil intent once again. The gullibility of the supporting characters in this novel is amazing, but what was really frightening to me was how realistic it was. The antagonist simply manages to make people believe what they want to believe and helps them take the path of least resistance in much the way a demagogue would do so in politics.
But if the story were simply about words, that wouldn’t be enough. It is also a story of human failure, misunderstanding, courage, adrenalin, risk, and redemption. I can’t explain all of these elements without running more of a risk of “spoilage” than I already have. Yet, I thought Speaking in Tongues was a marvelous balance of horror, cleverness, and surprises. The irony is that, even though I pictured events in a film format, I don’t think my suspension of disbelief would have been as effective in a film. A few of the coincidental events seemed all too convenient (the reason I pulled back from a five-star review), but they were so well-written that I forgave the author for some of that poetic license. Nor is this the kind of book with memorable lines or descriptions! Speaking in Tongues is part thriller and part movie adaptation (not that it is a movie adaptation, just that it reads like one in places).