Well-Written but Flimsy
The Vanishing Point (by Bushra Hafeez) is a small-town-with-dark-secrets crime mystery tale. As soon as I started reading it, I was struck by the competence of the writing style, which is remarkably smooth and melodious and moody. The words flow with effortless precision, and the book is worth the read just to experience this verbal mastery.
But alas, then there’s the story. Suspenseful and riveting it is not. For a crime mystery, things fall into place much too easily. Clues turn up as needed like serendipitous clockwork. And the characters have industrial-strength luck in getting out of tight scrapes, so much so that the reader never has an inkling that they could fail. And as for the secret horror they ultimately confront, think of the melodramatically worst thing you can imagine and this will rival it in terribleness, but it is treated so antiseptically that it is drained of its shock value.
The love life of the protagonist, or at least any physical manifestation of it, is similarly shortchanged. The typical reader of today will hardly be satisfied with her incredibly chaste relationship with her fiancé (though perhaps the idea is to offend no one’s sensibilities whatsoever). The guy pops the ring toward the beginning of the story before there is any sense that she has passionate feelings for him, though she instantly accepts his offer. Then he only hugs his newly betrothed once or twice throughout their entire adventure, and they never kiss at all, though they do finally get around to holding hands after their marriage near the story’s end.
Five stars for the author’s great way with words, but the less-than-realistic and less-than-thrilling story drags this crime mystery’s score down.