After taking two online PSU classes with her, I finally met Diana Abu-Jaber at a book reading, and she seems to be a lot of fun. So I will still seek out any new book Abu-Jaber writes by loyalty and because I just loved “The Language of Baklava.” So, it is with hesitation that I must admit to not liking this book as much as I’d liked her exquisite first book.
This is the (unlikely) story of a forensics fingerprint clerk who finds herself investigating some (unlikely) mysterious crib death, which turns out to be (unlikely) murders. During the course of her investigation, she proceeds to uncover some (unlikely) details of her (unlikely) past history. The premise of the book is essentially that as the heroine goes deeper into the motivations of the (unlikely) killer, she goes deeper into her past and explores her own memories, values, and ideas about childhood.
It’s just that the premise set at the start of the book is so far-fetched (unlikely) that I had a difficult time accepting it: the child was allegedly saved by a troop of primates who taught her to communicate in “monkey” language until she was rescued by humans at age three. Right. [Insert suspension of disbelief here]. The question is whether we are who we are because of our formative memories, or do we make ourselves from scratch and learn as we go? We find out as the book progresses, that things are not the way the heroine recalls them etc., but, really, it just remains unbelievable.
I really had to push myself to keep on reading, especially the heroine’s delirious rants when she gets poisoned with some (unlikely) substance I can’t remember anymore, which were like a classic plot cop-out, “Then I woke up and it was all in a dream.”
Also, the story takes place in Syracuse, New York, which the reader will quickly understand to be an ugly, cold, awful place to be, since snow is mentioned many, many time: snow falling, drifting, blowing, etc. Then, the cold weather, people freezing, and here comes the cold weather again. Yes, we got it; the message is loud and clear: Syracuse is an unpleasant place, a place no one should never want to visit.