BOOK REVIEW: “The Woman in the Window” by A.J. Finn
This unreliable narrator is an alcoholic with an endearing love of Hollywood noir films. A domestic drama we’ve seen before in fiction (traumatized character turns to booze for escape), but Finn does a decent job of maintaining some suspense, even if the wine and pills scenes get tedious and the online chats test your patience. The story was too heavy on dialogue for my taste and the pace slow. This is nothing like the quality of Hitchcock’s Rear Window. Expect less. I didn’t relate to this character at all. Anna Fox just didn’t get real for me with all her overthinking, over-analyzing, and heavy describing of emotions and action. I think the writing could have been better; there were far too many flat sentence fragments (some parts overwritten) making for a choppy and distracting read. And dangling modifier at chapter opening (ex. “Wedged in the library wingback, thoughts tumbled-drying in my brain.” A heavier hand from the book editor might have helped. At the finish, the story was too depressing and didn’t deliver for me.
The Woman in the Window