REVIEW
cw: murder, mentions of alcoholism, DV, child abuse, rape, misogyny, queerphobia
When ninety-year-old grandmother Daphne confesses to killing a number of men throughout her lifetime, she chooses struggling journalist Ruth Robinson to produce the podcast charting Daphne's humble beginnings from the Dust Bowl in Canada to her glittering life in 70s New York - and leaving a string of murders in her wake.
The public is hooked. Is she a feminist icon taking revenge on bad men? Or just a ruthless criminal? As the podcast finale approaches, it becomes clear that neither woman has been entirely honest with the other. Who has been controlling the narrative?
I was intrigued by the premise of this book as soon as I saw it on NetGalley, and it did not disappoint. The prologue hooked me immediately, and I loved the story's format, which combined podcast transcripts, conversations, social media posts, and the introspective musings of Ruth and Daphne.
Daphne was such a complex character, and the author did an admirable job of showing her duality. At times, I could empathise with her, especially when she was showing her fragile side, but then we'd get her vain and selfish characteristics. I won’t go into detail about each murder, but I will say I could see what drove her to some of them. However, the fourth murder felt cruel, and changed my overall perception of her, and the 'freebie' was hard to read, especially as we only ever had her version of the events.
Daphne was full of biting wit and irreverent humour, but you could also feel her mean side bubbling under the surface. The story of how Daphne's son, James, became estranged was well-told, and my heart broke for him on several occasions. Her twin daughters, Diane and Rose, were awful at the beginning, but by the end, I found it difficult not to have some sympathy for how much upheaval they went through in their childhood.
Ruth was interesting in her own way, though the big secret behind her involvement meant that she felt less well-developed early on. Around a third of the way, we started to get the first hints about how Ruth and Daphne's lives were intertwined, and I thought Ruth's secrets were woven well into the storyline. I felt for her when she described the way Ruth's father's family treated her.
My heart ached for both Daphne and Ruth at different points in the book, but especially when they each recounted their difficult childhoods and the way they were perceived by their peers.
The Reddit threads felt hilariously authentic and added much-needed levity, especially after some of Daphne's early recollections. HauteHistoire's posts were also on the nose, especially when they saw the tide turning and pivoted to another egregious trend, and there was an interesting critique of the morality of consuming true crime media.
I won't spoil anything, but the various subplots and supporting characters added to the intrigue, and I think the author did a great job at developing the claustrophobic atmosphere as Ruth grew more and more paranoid about threats to her safety from various angles. While the final third worked well at tying up all of the loose ends, I had guessed a couple of the identities quite early on. Still, I loved the ending.
The Six Murders of Daphne St Clair was an engaging read, and I will definitely read more from this author.
Overall Rating: ❤️❤️❤️❤️.5
*Thanks to the publisher for an ARC of this book. All opinions are my own. The Six Murders of Daphne St Clair is published on the 19th June in the UK*
Favourite Quotes:
Jeez, you kill one old man and suddenly no one wants to sit at your lunch table.
Her husband was a senator, just another boy who was born on third base and thought he’d hit a triple.
I had a doctor in New York once tell me that he could see scars in my lungs from all the dirt I breathed in as a child. He had trained in Oklahoma and said he could spot a Duster from a mile away. I never went back to that doctor. I hated the idea that my body was giving up my secrets.
Some women were scared of riding the subways by themselves in the Sixties, but I knew that every train I was riding already had a murderer on it. And if anyone did threaten me, I already knew how effective a subway could be as a murder weapon.
Rose’s face remained neutral as her husband talked about sending her mother to the electric chair.
Guess I was off the Christmas card list.
I always found it suspicious how much conservative men liked to talk about families. It always seemed to be the ones who were later found face-down in a pile of cocaine.
"I was proud of getting away with it, but it’s no fun if no one knows that you’ve won.”
Women were so much more than how the world saw them, their secret lives so much more complicated and frustrating than the lives of men, because they had to constantly wrestle with the fact that they had more power than they thought but less power than they deserved.
Was it better to have a happy life or a moral one?