On the last night of 1999, seven women are gathered together in a rundown hotel. Once assembled in a forgotten suite, the women come face to face with the cold, decapitated head of Jamie Spellman. Each of them have reasons to want him dead—but which one of them actually went through with with the deed?
Was it the ex, Sarah? A woman who is falling further and further into her bottles of wine, just praying her current love doesn’t leave her for another?
Or, perhaps, Sadia? A brand-spanking-new widow who had a picture perfect marriage. At least, that is, from the outside looking in.
What about Olive? A still grieving widow who has been running from her past, she had long thought she knew exactly what occurred all those years ago, but what if she’s been wrong all along?
Or what about the youngest? Still just a child, Josie finds herself in an unrecognizable reality after following her teenage hormones towards a forbidden crush. Could she possibly be behind this gruesome crime?
How about the oldest? After all, Maureen’s known Jamie the longest as she quite literally raised him from his very first breath. Was it their shared past that sent them hurtling down this road?
Or was it Jamie’s friend, the dutiful Ana? Both work colleague and bosom buddy, she has stuck by his side no matter the charge. Is it possible, however, that she’s been duped all along?
Finally, there’s Kaysha, the journalist who brought this group together from day one. But what is her place in the fold? Was she merely trying to root out a truly bad man? Or is her involvement actually much deeper than that?
As the police investigation inches closer, they must rely upon each other as never before. Do they, however, know the others as well as they think? Or are there secrets kept hidden from even one another? One by one, the detective in charge of the case reveals all that they hide. Who will succeed in keeping the upper hand? The woman hoping to catch the killer? Or the group determined to protect each other no matter the cost?
Hmmm… Going in, I was incredibly intrigued by the premise of Speak of the Devil . A story of women taking revenge against a vile man? Count me in. Unfortunately, the reality just didn’t match the idea, and it ultimately left me wanting and unimpressed by this promising debut.
But let’s start where the pluses, shall we? Right off the bat, the characters were well-rounded and complex. With deep backstories, each POV drew a horrifying reality that had me cheering on whoever actually committed the murder. If only we had been given a POV here or there of Jamie as well? It would’ve been oh so enticing to this thriller lover for sure. After all, who doesn’t like villain narrators who then get their due?
Next up were easily the powerful topics central to the book. Between questioning religion, the impact of impossible childhoods, and LGBTQ+ bias/bigotry, the depth of the plot was truly startling. I could easily see how such a manipulative man was able to harm these seven women so profoundly. Described in a way to both elucidate this fact but also draw out my empathy, the writing perfectly walked a line between the two.
At the same time, however, this was anything but a mystery/thriller and more along the lines of women’s lit or general fiction. After all, there was nary a twist and very little suspense. I mean, I surmised the perpetrator nearly from the get-go and not a single red herring even made me second guess that for a second. And, while there was something that possibly could have been considered a climax, it was anything but pulse pounding or steeped in tension, instead offering more of a “here’s what happened” vibe.
Then there was the first third of the book. A confusing tally of what the women may have gone through, I was lost almost from the start. Struggling to decipher who was who and how they were each linked to Jamie, it was hard to become absorbed by this one initially. Adding to that was the fact that there was little to no organization when it came to the unraveling of the plot. Details didn’t build until a final blinding reveal, but instead just wound around and around with timelines thrown in willy nilly. In fact, both of these points brought me rather close to DNFing this one and while I’m mostly happy to have read to the last page, it was underwhelming to be sure.
If I could throw in my own suggestion, I would have much preferred for the book to start not on New Year’s Eve, but gone further back instead. Had the plot begun with Kaysha approaching each woman and the horrible realities they’d endured at Jamie’s hand, I think the suspense would’ve built much more naturally, providing a much clearer and cleaner plot.
Ultimately, I’m rather surprised Speak of the Devil got such stunning reviews. Don’t get me wrong, after the first 100 pages, I did (mostly) enjoy the ride, but I still struggled through much of this book. Nevertheless, the gritty topics and hard truths made for an uncomfortable face-to-face with the some people’s realities in this world. In the end, it gave me pause and had me questioning what some women must endure. Do I recommend this book? That I don’t know. If you aren’t looking for a thriller or even suspense novel, maybe give it a go. Just don’t expect some mind-blowing twist or great big mystery. In my opinion, they just didn’t exist in Speak of the Devil. Rating of 2.5 stars.
Trigger warning: alcoholism, transphobia, infidelity, infertility, rape, pedophilia, gaslighting, suicide, mention of: teenage pregnancy, death during childbirth, animal cruelty, domestic abuse