Broken Harbor by
Tana French
My rating:
5 of 5 stars
For me this was the most harrowing of the Dublin Murder Squad series. The small details that kept building sucked me in. I was like why is she including so much of these minor details, and then as I was trying to figure it out I was suddenly horrified and completely embroiled in the mystery. Which maybe helped me to believe such a convoluted murder resolution. The total feeling of isolation both in proximity to others and the emotional isolation that occurs with shame and grief was palpable. The affect of mental illness on family members was also well explored as well as the warning that we all need a community to help deal with catastrophe to protect our own well being. Definitely one of the more haunting in this series.
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The smell of the sea swept over the wall and in through the empty window-hole, wide and wild with a million intoxicating secrets. I don't trust that smell. It hooks us somewhere deeper than reason or civilization, in the fragments of our cells that rocked in oceans before we had minds, and it pulls till we follow mindlessly as rutting animals. When I was a teenager, that smell used to set me boiling, spark my muscles like electricity, bounce me off the walls of the caravan till my parents sprang me free to obey the call, bounding after whatever tantalizing once-in-a-lifetimes it promised. Now I know better. That smell is bad medicine. It lures us to leap off high cliffs, fling ourselves on towering waves, leave behind everyone we love and face into thousands of miles of open water for the sake of what might be on the far shore.
Over time, the ghosts of things that happened start to turn distant; once they've cut you a couple of million times, their edges blunt on your scar tissue, they wear thin. The ones that slice like razors forever are the ghosts of things that never got a chance to happen.