MY NAME IS MARNIE is not so much a ghost story as it is a story about hauntings, both physical and emotional. Author Tracy Carbone takes what could have been a bland and pedestrian idea in lesser hands and turns it into an eerily effective novel which stimulates her readers mentally as much as jarring them emotionally. This is not a "Wow!' novel full of shocking scenes of gore that leaves one gasping for breath but, rather, it is a work of fiction that inspires the reader to consider people more deeply, and why they do what they do.
The story is simple and straight forward, involving the many-years-later aftermath of child abuse. But rather than creating a simple revenge story, Carbone delves into the deeper issues of damage and recovery and how all of the players, abuser and abused alike, are affected. Yet Carbone never devolves into psychobabble, nor does she present her story in a haze of overly gratuitous emotionalism. Her examination of the scars left on her characters is brisk, matter-of-fact and, ultimately, far more satisfying than overtly contrived attempts prey on our sympathies.
Her characters are crafted simply, strikingly devoid of the obvious complexity that one would expect in this kind of book. The angst they feel become evident only as Carbone slowly peels back the layers to display the rawness underneath. It is this unmasking, this revelation of deep wounds where none are initially apparent, that partly infuses MY NAME IS MARNIE with its creepiness.
Carbone tries out some innovative ideas when it comes to her characters. Some of their distinguishing "quirks" eventually prove to be well-founded manifestations of the experiences they've suffered through. It's a nice touch and not only helps hold the reader's interest, but it also helps blur the lines between those characters who are "good" and "bad." I was particularly fond of the way Carbone structured her ultimate villain but I shan't say any more for fear of creating a spoiler.
If I have any criticism of the book, it is a minor one. Every so often, the plot slows a bit, sacrificed at the expense of the lovely ominous atmosphere of dread that Carbone creates. In addition, at least in this reader's opinion, the book's timeline starts a trifle too late in the story. The novel opens with the protagonist being fired from her job and being forced to move. While we can intellectually appreciate the upheaval this causes in her life, we're not yet emotionally invested -- simply because we don't yet know who this woman is. But, it is a small bone to pick and, though mildly frustrating, it manifests only in that it takes a dozen or so pages more than would otherwise be necessary for the reader to become involved in the main character's plight.
In sum, if you're looking for a "cold winter night" book to read that is as disturbing as it is intriguing, check this one out.