I read Cutters End and then Broken Bay and now I have returned to Stone Town. I like the character of Mark Ariti, his Greek ancestory, his commitment to decency and fairness in his job and his love for his two boys who live with their mother, Ariti’s ex. He appears to be a dopplehanger for Paul Hirschhausen, a cop from Garry Disher’s novels.
Hickey takes the genre of rural crime and runs with it: country fairs, a bush telegraph faster than police radio, long-held secrets, CWA pickles and jams, young people leaving the town, football teams struggling for players, no Aboriginal people and brutal crime scenes.
I enjoyed this story up till about halfway when it got crowded and started to drag. Ariti is investigating the murder of local real estate agent, coupled with this, in the background a female police officer is missing. Detectives from Adelade arrive and Ariti assists with the investigation. It is then that the plot goes awry and there are more storylines and charcaters than in a nineteenth century Russian novel.
The mafia becomes involved. Surprisingly the head honcho is called Tony. Ariti saves the life of a mafia brutus and so endears himself to the Italian heavies. The CWA ladies are somewhat of a mystery and we do hear of their culinary capabilities. Watch out for the nasty nannas . Three kids, who all have problems are the ones who find the dead real estate agent. Naturally it was a dark stormy night with an owl putting on a blood curdling sound show.
There are big problems with one of the Adelaide police. I don’t want to give too much away but that was teetering on the illogical. The missing female detective has a Hannibal Lecter experience and Hickey does a bit of a Mary Shelley imitation.
As with too many other new Australian crime fiction writers Hickey relies on dialogue. Near the end, when the murder (and several other crimes) is solved it is all done by characters talking, explaining themselves. The prose is sedentary and there is little atmosphere in the book. There are too many unneeded characters who contribute little to the resolution. The trainee PE teacher, many of the older ladies, John the cranky commune farmer, the mother of the children, even the wife of the mafia boss.
A favourite character of mine, from Cutters End, Senior Constable Jagdeep Kaur makes an appearance. I reckon she would be an ideal character for a crime fiction novel.
So, I persevered with this over explained, convoluted, illogical, hohum story to the end.
There is a nebulous feeling of a good story there it just needs serious diminishment, a bit more speed, simpler plot and less characters. Sadly, I won’t be rushing to Ms Hickey’s publication.