This book is a sad commentary on Mid-West small-town life, or at least, the author's view of it. Given that Michael Collins is an Irish emigre who has written some splendid Irish literature, I wondered whether he was out of his depth here or has as yet earned the write to write from the inside about this milieu?
Lawrence, the protagonist and narrator, is the most lost of the Lost Souls in this book, and the author takes a risk in having such a loser (with a heart) carry this story.
A four-year old child is found dead on a sidewalk amidst a pile of fallen leaves during Halloween, and so begins the unravelling of the lives of key players in a small town: from mayor to police chief to police officers to star football player and his girlfriend to high school principal to the victims themselves.
Lawrence himself is a broken man: the victim of a broken marriage, he is severely in debt, overworked, underslept and alternating between alcohol and caffeine. The child's death plunges him into a deep depression, part of which manifests in strange and sometimes violent behaviour that not only compromises the investigation, but lands him in some pretty hot water.
I couldn't help but believe that if there was even a bunch of average cops handling this investigation, according to proper police procedure, there would have been no novel - the perpetrators would have been uncovered and the mystery solved by chapter 3, because the crime itself was not that elaborate. But we have instead our angst-ridden Lawrence leaving misleading trails and confusing even his lawyer, a vengeful and prejudiced investigator named Bains determined to take Lawrence down as a scapegoat for his own ommissions, and the town leaders trying to cover up the whole episode.
Lawrence's aimless wanderings about town, and across the country, partially to escape his own demons, leads to a rambling and disjointed storyline; periodic introductions of new information also takes the investigation along different paths at different times. The pathos is overdrawn and happy people may find this book difficult to stomach.
In the end, the mystery unravels, just about. But a whole lot of characters fade away into the ether - Bains, the police chief,Earl,and the dead girl's mother Lisa Kendall. Lawrence's fate is undetermined too given that he is finally left facing charges of fraud, covering up a criminal investigation, and blackmail. Even the Amish, who are used frequently as a backgdrop, do not fully enter or play a role in the narrative.
As a detective story this book fails ( but I don't think Collins writes detective fiction),however as a tale of hopelessness with a glimmer of hope in the end, it succeeds. It also falls into the class of novel, just like with modern short stories, where everything does not get resolved and tied with a neat bow in the end. Just like life, in a small town.