Just because Lois Duncan’s They Never Came Home was written in the late 1960s (my Avon paper book edition published in 1969) doesn’t mean it should be as incredibly stupid and sexist as it is. This book is awful. I picked up this book somewhere, sometime during my travels and it’s sat on my book shelves for years. Because I needed some brain candy relief from the intense intellectual strain of my current book, I decided, hell yeah. Now’s the time to read this. Blech. Cardboard characters, melodrama, terrible dialogue, dopey plot, rampant sexism and outdated social mores make this book a forgettable and irritating reading experience. I should throw it out because I don’t think anyone else should read it, but I won’t. I have a weird phobia about throwing out books. Even crappy ones. Hello, library donation box.
Larry Drayfus and Dan Cotwell go hiking in the mountains near their home in Las Cruces, New Mexico. Dan is a senior in high school, just about to graduate but Larry is a year younger. Dan is an experienced hiker and an all-around athlete; Larry is a pale, thin slacker. Dan knows Larry only because he is dating Larry’s older sister, Joan. One day Larry suggests they go hiking even though he doesn’t hike and they’ve never hung out together. So they go out one bright morning and never return. After three days, Mr. Drayfus reports them as missing and a search for the boys ensues. They are not found, but are presumed dead. Not long after all this, a strange man calls the Drayfus house and says that Larry was in business with him and owes him two thousand dollars. He wants the money back. Joan, who spoke with the man, doesn’t want to tell her parents because mother is having a nervous breakdown and her father has a bad heart. So Joan, instead of going to the police (because wouldn’t that sound odd to you? Wouldn’t that perhaps indicate that maybe someone helped your brother disappear or that he ran off with the $2k, which in the 60s is quite a bit of cash) she decides she’s going to make this mysterious man prove that her darling younger brother actually received the money. Supposedly Mystery Man has a receipt (which, when you know what the mysterious business is that Larry was involved in, is freaking hilarious) with Larry’s signature on it. But Joan is just a weak, nervous female. She can’t go alone! She befriends Frank Cotwell, Dan’s younger brother. Even though he is only sixteen, Frank becomes the hero of the story and makes much of the decisions for Joan. Because, you know, she’s just a girl. I’m not going to hide spoilers in this review. The book is too dumb. So quit reading now if you want (for whatever reason) to read this book and don’t want to know what happens.
Meanwhile, the story shifts focus to two young guys living on their own in California. Their names are Dave and Lance. Dave has amnesia. He can’t remember anything. Lance tells him they are brothers and Dave was very sick and is still recovering, and their parents are dead. Lance has answers to all of Dan’s Dave’s pesky questions. It’s clear that something isn’t right, but hey, these two guys have nothing to do with those two guys. They live in California!
Joan and Frank, meanwhile, agree to “run errands” for Mr. Brown, the mystery man, in order to work off the $2k that Larry owes him. Joan’s searched his room for the cash, has checked local banks to see if he has a checking account, but nope. That money just gosh darn disappeared. Dang it. So Mr. Brown tells Joan some absolutely ridiculous story about how he distributes jewelry made by Native Americans based on Mexican designs. Larry’s job was to drive to Juarez to pick up the “designs” and jewelry “samples” from Mr. Brown’s contact there and bring them back to Mr. Brown in New Mexico. So Dumb Ass and Dip Shit say, yeah, we’ll do that to work off the $2k. That way Joan won’t have to pay the money back from her college fund. WTF. This plot would NEVER work in a contemporary novel. How gullible are these two? What, the post office didn’t work in the 1960s? Why would someone have to drive across the Mexican border every other week to pick up jewelry samples and designs? That’s a dumb cover story for what is (say it with me everyone) drugs! Yes, these two idiots, instead of notifying their parents or the police about this weirdness, became drug mules. They didn’t know this until after many trips back and forth. Duh. The boys from California part of the story is just as idiotic. Dave’s memory is returning but Lance continues to give him bullshit explanations and Dave says, uh okay, Lance. I guess I can trust you. Even though he’s suspicious. Even though a girl recognizes him and calls him Dan. The ending to this novel is incredibly melodramatic and so artificial—I immediately recognized Duncan wanted a big, shocking ending so that’s what she wrote. And it’s not shocking. It’s stupid.
No one should read this. Even as brain candy. Maybe as an example of how not to write characters, plot, and dialogue? Yes, that’s the only reason to read this book—to use as a negative example. The characters and their families come across as old-fashioned even for 1969. It’s as if time froze in the mid-50s. The characters use such shocking language as “gosh,” “gee whiz,” “golly,” “cripes,” and someone of very low character is described as being a “punk.” I understand the book will of course be dated since it’s a contemporary thriller/mystery, but the plot is poorly constructed and fairly obvious. My questions: Why did Larry bring Dan with him to California? Larry pushed him off the hiking trail, hoping he’d smash his head and roll down the mountain into the storm-swollen stream below. But Dan didn’t cooperate and stopped rolling. When Larry checked on him, Dan was awake, but clearly didn’t recognize Larry. So Larry says he brought Dan because if he’d left him, he’d eventually be found and would tell rescuers he was pushed off the trail and left behind. Soooo…that’s why Larry brought him to California with him? Why didn’t he just give Dan another push? Obviously he has no qualms about killing Dan. Later in the book, “Lance” encourages “Dave” to sit on the balcony and think. Because, you know, it’s been fixed now. That balcony is really safe now, yessirree. Go ahead and lean on the railing. You won’t fall over. Sigh. The convoluted reasoning for Larry to bring Dan with him is an example of very bad plot construction. Larry would have simply finished Dan off on the mountain; he never would have taken the trouble (and risk) of bringing him to California with him.
Along with the dopey plot and bad dialogue, the book is full of girly romance stuff: Joan loves Dan and misses him and knew as soon as she met him that all she wanted to do was to marry him and have his babies; preachy paragraphs about how bad marijuana is (that tired old argument of marijuana being a “gateway” drug, even though that term isn’t used); and the underlying theme that women are hysterical, emotional, weak, fearful and need male guidance. Blech. I think this book is aimed at the teenage reader, what we now call YA. But YA readers deserve well-written books just as much as adults. They Never Came Home is not good reading now and I seriously doubt it was in 1969.