John Farris is a highly-regarded writer in the mystery, horror, and thriller subgenres. He's also a frequent presence in many used book shops, resulting in me randomly acquiring about half of his catalog from the late 70s through the 80s. Unsure where to begin, I picked this one up at random and packed it away for a recent camping trip...what an odd little book.
Farris' novel opens with a pretty chilling account of an in-process murder discovered by the victim's daughter. We then jump forward a couple decades, and see the grown up child as a successful fashion designer in West Germany. All, however, is not well; it turns out that Annalise (sp?) is being stalked by persons unknown. There are creepy phone calls and escalating thoughts of violence that threaten Annalise's fragile psyche. We then jump across the ocean and find ourselves in the richest parts of Savannah, GA, home to an aristocratic clan of capitalists led by the dashing, handsome, and charismatic Frank, a man all women (even his daughter in law) feel drawn to. He's a bit of a romantic cliche. Turns out, however, that all is not well here, either. This rough and tumble uber-masculine man's man is actually dying of a brain tumor. Oh and, well, it turns out he's the one that brutally murdered Annalise's mother all those years ago, when she wouldn't accept the end of their affair. Mistakes were made!
Frank confesses this dark secret to his son David, who worships dear dad, shortly before killing himself at sea while on a father-son fishing trip. David, feeling that his world has come undone, sets out to fulfill his dad's dying wish--give Annalise the $200,000 "sorry I killed your mom!" payoff that Frank has been secretly hoarding. To do so, he recruits dad's brother Joby Ben, a high-ranking JAG officer stationed in Germany. He then, of course, becomes erotically obsessed with Annalise and embarks on a torrid overseas romance.
The plot takes a while to come to full boil, but once it does we have fanatical left-wing terrorists, international drug smuggling, and a pretty gory and intense final battle at a genuine medieval castle high in the mountains.
All in all, not a bad thriller, but one that takes an unforgivably long time to get going. While I read the final 150 or so pages on my camping trip, I previously struggled to churn through the opening sections while at home, as it seemed like there was always something else I would rather be reading. It's an odd blend of a thriller and a romance, with equal parts groan-worthy purple prose and random lines of real literary beauty. The plot is highly improbable and somewhat ridiculous. Not a hit by any stretch of the imagination, but it didn't turn me off of Farris completely. I'm game to try something with slightly higher reviews.