I can’t give this more than one star. Jenny Cain’s shrill feminism grated on me from the start, and the dialogue she and her cop husband share about her slightly overweight friend left me genuinely angry. This is a mid-90s book that reads like it was written in the mid-60s—or earlier. Here’s a sample of what struck me as blatant body-shaming:
“After a couple of blocks of congenial, if highly charged, silence, he suddenly said, ‘“When’s Ginger going to lose weight?’
‘Why do you care?’
‘It’s annoying,’ he said.
‘Well, how inconsiderate of her to annoy you with those extra pounds of hers. I’ll have to ask her to stop that. Give her a break; she’s lonely, Geof.’
‘Oh, please.’
‘Oh, please what?’
‘You’re saying she eats because she doesn’t have a man?’
‘No, I’m not saying that’
‘It’s true, though, isn’t it? Ginger doesn’t consider herself to be good enough company all by herself. So what’s she doing about it? Making life more interesting for herself by expanding her knowledge or her experience? Or maybe going into therapy to find out what’s wrong with her? Hell, no. Looks to me like she has decided that the only cure for loneliness is having a man and the cure for being without a man is to put on enough extra pounds to equal the entire weight of one. She’s turning into two people, each of them weighing about ninety pounds, maybe a hundred.’
‘I am not going to react to this meanness!’
‘Mean? You think I’m being mean?’
“After we drove a block in silence, I said, ‘It would have to be a very small man.’
'What?’
‘The extra weight that Ginger is adding.’
‘I’m mean?’ He smiled a little. ‘Listen, I’m sorry I picked on your friend. I don’t know why I’m taking it out on her.’
‘She’s a big target?’
‘Jenny!’
“I retorted pointedly, ‘Just kidding.’
“He glanced at me. ‘All right, I get it.’ And then he patted his own stomach, which was not as flat as it used to be. ‘And I’ve got my own.’
‘“Does that mean you’re lonely?’
‘Will you stop?’
I assume this is meant to come across as light-hearted, loving banter between the cop and his suddenly detestable wife—qualities I don’t recall seeing in earlier books in the series.
The book opens on a romantic, lazy Sunday morning for Jenny and Geof. That’s the day a teenager on a motorcycle roars into their lives and changes everything. His name is David, and he bluntly informs Geof that he’s his biological son. David isn’t interested in bonding with dear old bio-dad; he wants Geof to reopen the case that ruled his father murdered his mother before turning the gun on himself. The kid insists there’s no way his dad would have done it. Geof reluctantly agrees, and of course amateur sleuth Jenny jumps in too.
To pressure them into taking his case seriously, David (apparently) starts leaving dead animals around the yard and even inside the hood of Jenny’s car—roadkill like a possum one morning for Geof to dispose of, then a squirrel later. Handling mangled critter bits is gross, no question, but Jenny responds by declaring something along the lines of “I am woman, hear me roar.” Seriously? Equating scooping up dismembered squirrel remains with Helen Reddy’s 1970s feminist anthem felt forced and over-the-top. Moments like that cropped up throughout, turning what could have been tense, creepy harassment into eye-rolling preachiness.
There’s a dull subplot about Jenny—fresh off quitting her job as a foundation director—wanting to start her own. Her circle of women friends wastes pages speculating about the foundation’s name and mission. I couldn’t have cared less.
Inevitably, the plot veers into an unorthodox religious group that beats members as penance. We get way more detail on their dynamics than anyone needs. And David’s grandmother on his mother’s side? What a nightmare.
Bottom line: nearly four hours of listening at 2.8× speed I’ll never get back. I’d enjoyed the earlier books in the series thoroughly, so I couldn’t believe how many wrong turns this one took. This installment embittered me enough that I’m not sure I’ll ever pick up another Jenny Cain mystery, even though I’ve read them out of order and loved every one up to now.