STONE ANGEL [1998] By Carol O’Connell
My Review Five Stars *****
The last installment of the Mallory book series [KILLING CRITICS] ended with a cliffhanger. Mallory had left her NYPD Badge and her police department issued service weapon behind, and had kissed [yes, I said kissed] the long-suffering good-hearted Charles Dutton “Goodbye”. Goodbye? She is traveling south on a train.
"She carried no stitch of formal identification that would tie her to a name or a place. This was the way she had come to New York as a child, with only her wits and a bit of a mother's blood on her hands …"
This fourth novel in the Mallory series shows the reader the beginning and the end of the young woman’s journey, answering the questions and laying bare the mysteries the author skillfully perplexed us with as we attempted to solve the puzzles that created the enigmatic and addictive character of “Just Mallory”.
The author deploys a familiar writing device with the Prologue. The reader learns that Mallory is sitting in a jail cell in a hick town in Louisiana and there has already been an assault, a police officer stroking out at the wheel of his patrol car, and a murder victim, all within an hour of her hitting town.
“THE YOUNG STRANGER came to town just past twelve noon. Within an hour, the idiot had been assaulted, hands bloodied and broken; Deputy Travis suffered a massive stroke at the wheel of his patrol car; and Babe Laurie was found murdered.”
Our interest has been primed and we are revved up for the author to begin this long-awaited adventure to the heart of Mallory’s past and for the twists and turns that will unravel the threads of a dark and complex yarn that reveals the truth. Our destination is Dayborn, just a blip on the map of the southern state of Louisiana (the sprawling lower bayou referred to in a derogatory manner as Owltown). Charles has traveled a thousand miles to find Mallory, and later Riker shows up to get swallowed up in the saga of promised salvation by the NEW CHURCH, sordid secrets long buried, and the tempest that would ultimately purify the earth by fire and smite the evildoers with the sword of a winged Angel of vengeance.
The identity of the murder victim is quickly revealed to be Babe Laurie, a local celebrity and a well-known personality in the prairie states who had started out as a child evangelist. Babe became the figurehead of the New Church when he was but a child of five or six. His colorful older brother Malcolm of the extensive Laurie clan has stepped up to the plate to assume leadership of the large congregation. He is handsome, charismatic, persuasive and manipulative enough to take the reins with his polished style and consummate charm.
Similarly, the reader learns that “Just Mallory” started her life as Kathy Shelley, the beloved daughter of the town doctor Cass Shelley who also performed the duties of parish health officer. O’Connell’s talent for creating complex and colorful characters is on full display in this outing. The people in the town include the intriguing Augusta Trebek, wealthy property owner, executrix of Cass Shelly’s estate, and let’s suffice to say a woman of many talents. Charles approaches the charming Augusta at her expansive mansion to find answers. What was the fate of Cass Shelley and her young daughter Kathy all those years ago? Charles learns the tragic truth only to realize that the horrors were worse than any his mind could have ever imagined.
Mallory has finally ridden into Dodge City to settle the score and to seek retribution for her mother’s grisly murder. The description of the novel discloses the fact that she had been stoned to death so this is not a spoiler. I imagined a loud, angry mob surrounding this poor woman, an opening salvo of stones thrown by the more eager attendees, and then the crowd continuing to pummel her to death with a manic flurry of rocks. This was a brutal and savage death that was suffered by women in biblical times. I imagined the hellish name calling by the murderers and the heart rendering screams of the victim. What could be worse than what I imagined happened to Mallory’s mother. That’s obviously a rhetorical question, but in fact, it was worse for the doomed Dr. Cass Shelley. Mallory knows all about it, and she remembers the last moments with her bloodied and broken dying mother.
The “Stone Angel” which is the title of the novel in the US, represents the life like sculpture of Cass Shelley (and the spitting image of Mallory, her daughter). The sculptor is a local man named Henry Roth, reportedly a deaf mute. Augusta informs Charles that Cass and her little girl Kathy communicated with Roth all the time using sign language.
Memorable characters just keep popping up in the population of this small Southern town in Louisiana. The Sheriff, Tom Jessup, is a real piece of work, smart as a whip behind the façade of a misogynistic mean as a snake “good old boy” dumb country hick wearing a badge. Augusta’s young black cousin Lilith, fresh from the police academy and the streets of New Orleans, mysteriously shows up at the jail assigned the position of Tom’s new Deputy. Tom wastes no time in calling her “Girl” and assigning her demeaning chores. The attractive, smart, and diligent young Lilith doesn’t know how to gain the Sheriff’s respect. Jessup has had Mallory in custody since the body of a very dead Babe Laurie was found, but he has yet to manage to get his prisoner to utter a single word. The Sheriff is fueled by guilt and rage over the events of 17 years ago when he wasn’t there to save Cass Shelley or little Kathy. He knows that “Mallory” is in fact Kathy Shelley but he is unable to “see” beyond the image of her as a child. There are many more memorable characters in this exciting action-packed epic of Mallory’s ride into town to bring justice down on the heads of the guilty.
The author manages to deftly weave the strands of multiple subplots in the fabric of an exceedingly dark and complex psychological thriller. It’s certainly a novel of crime fiction as well since there are enough criminal acts described in the past and depicted in real time for words of the narrative to fill the Grand Canyon. The story is compelling and the narrative riveting from page one. It is a thrilling ride with numerous cleverly crafted scenes that when taken as a whole elevate Mallory to mythic status.
Augusta says to Mallory:
“I know why you came back. You want to kill them all, don’t you? Everyone in that mob.”
Riker puts it to Charles in a compelling manner to get Charles to open his eyes:
“You’ve seen the gunslinger outfit. You think Mallory’s playing dress - up? She’s the real thing, Charles — the genuine article.”
It is a thrilling adrenaline laced reading experience when Mallory “with her gunslinger eyes” does walk into Owl Town, a single streetlight illuminating the haunting figure of the tall woman wearing a cowboy hat, a long black duster, and a gun holstered low on her hips. She advances on the crowd slowly, one streetlight at a time leaving inky blackness in her wake. Then abruptly she vanishes as the eyes of the crowd are still fixated on the closest street light awash with brightness. The angry mob then realizes with apprehension that she is among them. The conclusion is a masterpiece worthy of such classics as Gunfight at The OK Corral. The showdown should be accompanied by explosions with fire in the sky and scorched earth. Wait a minute, it does have all that and so much more.
Finally, there is the inevitable question of whether a reader should read this series from the beginning or is this installment so strong and unique that it runs on all eight cylinders as a thrilling standalone novel. In my opinion, a reader needs to begin with the debut novel to reap all of the emotionally rewarding elements of this knock your socks off thriller. A case in point is the recurring character of the sympathetic Charles Dutton who worships Mallory. The rumpled Detective Riker loves Mallory as well, but has never looked at her with rose colored glasses. These two men have polar opposite belief systems when it comes to Mallory, and this installment highlights a point in time where the convictions of these two men clash and collide.
There is the brutal murder of Babe Laurie in the very beginning of the book. Virtually all of the main characters who populate the novel (but for Charles) couldn’t care less who killed him. Characters we loved in the book are stumbling over each other to lie and cover up the killing, to sweep it under the rug. Why? Because the liars all believe a person whom he or she loves is the killer. Sheriff Tom Jessup names a perpetrator and Detective Riker backs him up by signing a witness statement. Charles is perplexed by the question of who killed Babe Laurie, and he knows for sure that Riker compromised his integrity as an honest cop by lying. We come to the crux of the matter. Riker fervently believes Mallory knocked the man’s brains out with a rock and for that matter was convinced she came to town to blow away all of her mother’s murderers. Charles believes that Mallory did not murder Babe Laurie and that Riker is blind to this fact. Riker at one point elucidates his attitude perfectly when he states if Mallory killed a nun, he would adopt the perspective that the nun must have deserved it. Conversely Charles doesn’t believe she’d kill a nun in the first place. The ending is an eye opener for the dogged Riker, and a confirmation of his faith for the virtuous Dutton. It is a fascinating and poignant part of the story that stayed with me long after I closed the book.
Readers will also learn the story behind the main protagonist’s chosen name “Mallory”. Her mother Cass Shelley had been pregnant with Kathy and using her maiden name when she moved to the small town in Louisiana to be the town doctor. Charles had wondered if it was the name of her father… The answer is light years more shocking. This one is O’Connell’s best installment to date, and I can’t wait to see what she does for an encore.