Joe Clifford’s book Say My Name is dark, dramatic, and intriguing, to say the least.
The story is told in the first person by a crime novel author with some parallels to author Clifford. The teller moves from the San Francisco Bay Area back to his hometown of Berlin, Connecticut, and plunges into trying to solve a cold case involving the kidnapping of twin teenage girls named Rodgers. Joe Clifford, according to Wikipedia, is a native of Berlin, Connecticut, living in the Bay Area.
The teller of the tale descends deeply into drugs and alcohol; Clifford earlier penned a novelized memoir called Junkie Love, about his own heroin addiction, though he has now been in recovery for decades.
Clifford teases us with this genre-defying tale.
The front cover insists that it’s “A True Crime Novel,” yet the back cover describes it as “A True Crime Story About a Crime That Never Happened … Or Did It?”
Is this a “true crime story?” A quick Google search reveals a kidnapping of twins named Rodgers, but they were infants, and the abduction took place in Georgia.
Is it a roman à clef, where real people and events appear with made-up names? Apparently not, though Clifford does pay homage to this genre in the final chapter, where his author/storyteller, in a therapy session, mentions Primary Colors, by Joe Klein, a thinly veiled story about Bill Clinton’s early years.
What it is, for certain, is a well-plotted noir, deeply engrossing, a bit depressing, and an excellent read.
Also … despite the title, the author character who tells us the story has no name. His friends often address him as buddy, but always with a lower-case “b,” like saying “pal” or “mate.” And we learn from the Acknowledgments that some of the characters are named for Clifford’s own buddies. Yet another tease.
Highly recommended.