Short Take: This. Right here. This is how you do a mystery/thriller right.
Oh man, y’all. Have you ever read something that was so surprisingly good by someone you had never heard of, and you just want to write a review that is all GREAT and WONDERFUL and AWESOME but you don’t want to just come off like a squealing moron? The struggle is real sometimes.
Simon Rath is a private detective who occasionally helps the police in his small town in Vermont. When one of the younger detectives, Harland Grout, finds an abandoned car belonging to a teenage girl, he calls Rath in to help determine if the girl is actually missing.
Once they start investigating, they discover a pattern of missing girls, at least one of which was found murdered in an especially horrific way. And things get far too close to home when Rath’s niece, Rachel, decides to help with the investigation.
So. What was so awesome about this book, you’re wondering. On the surface, it sounds like a few hundred or thousand other mystery novels. But it really isn’t. Start with Rath, for example. He’s no action hero. He’s a kind-of-beaten-up, mostly alcoholic former cop with a Guilty Secret. But even with that stack of stereotypes, Eric Rickstad made him realistic. His dark past doesn’t make him smolderingly romantic; he’s awkward bordering on rude around women and has a bad back that would keep him from most heroic stunts.
Then there’s the pacing. I’m not going to exaggerate here: I was hooked from the first chapter. It was creepy and bizarre, and messed up in the best way. I had to read the rest, just to see if it was as good as that first chapter, and I’ll be completely honest in saying I was prepared to eviscerate it if it wasn’t. I hate when a book starts out amazing, then takes a slow train to Meh-town. This one wasn’t even close.
The Silent Girls also runs head-first into difficult topics. A lot of the plot revolves around women’s reproductive choices, abortion, and the fanaticism on both sides of the debate. It’s not a pretty subject, and Rickstad doesn’t flinch.
The supporting cast doesn’t feel as well-rounded as Rath. I honestly can’t draw the line on that one though. The story is pretty much all from Rath’s point of view, so we obviously won’t get into the others’ heads too much. But Rachel is also pretty interesting in her own right.
My final thought is on the ending. As a rule, I don’t like cliffhanger endings. My usual reaction is along the lines of “Oh, Mr. Smarty-pants Author, you think since I bought this book, you’re going to trick me into buying the next one too! Well, I’m not falling for it, so there!!!” For some reason, I tend to take cliffhanger endings as a personal test of willpower. Yes, I know, I have issues.
But the end of this one kind of got me. Although I suspect the sequel will be a let-down (it almost seems to be heading into evil genius/mastermind/cliche territory), I’m more tempted than usual to give it a try. Getting me to go against my own stubbornness is quite a feat.
The Nerd’s Rating: FIVE HAPPY NEURONS (and a bottle of quality scotch)