White. It can represent innocence and purity. It might also signify perfection, coldness, even death. In White is the Coldest Colour, John Nicholls has written a terribly realistic fictional account of a Welch child psychiatrist who betrays the trust of children and their families. He is a pedophile.
The opening chapter in which the perpetrator, Dr. David Galbraith, views a video depicting physical and sexual abuse of an eight-year-old boy by two masked men is utterly disgusting, to the point of being nauseating. Note: There are no graphic details, and there are no other scenes like it in the remainder of the book, but I felt my gut clenching and my face wincing uncertainly as I continued through the next half dozen chapters.
I am hard-pressed to recall when I last encountered a more loathsome character. Galbraith has no respect for anyone; he despises and denigrates his wife; all females are intolerable “bitches,” and we don’t ever see him interact with his own daughters. To Galbraith, boys are all “bastards” that he sees as objects for his own gratification. He bullies adults as well, and he expects them to do his bidding. Why not? He is a powerful, respected professional who does important work.
Anthony Mailer is a troubled 7-year-old boy whose physician refers him to Galbraith because he has problems coping with his parents’ recent separation. He is instantly targeted by Galbraith, and as things progress, Galbraith becomes increasingly obsessed with the lad. Despite being separated, Molly and Mike Mailer are protective and loving parents, and daughter Sian is a typical rebellious teen who seems to care about her little brother. Given that this is set in 1992, the actions and reactions of the family and police do not seem out of the ordinary for that period, as sexual crimes were less common at that time than they are today.
The police are between a rock and a hard place when it comes to their pursuit of
Dr. David Galbraith and a large sex ring. With the testimony of several children, they think they can make a case, but they don’t want to jeopardize the investigation. Then, in the midst of the inquiry, suddenly, a child’s life is in grave danger.
The subject matter is grim, but there are no explicit images. There is considerable foul language and also a touch of violence. I believe these unpleasantries are necessary in order to tell the story the way Mr. Nicholl needed to tell it. I should add that the author writes from his experience and from his heart. He spent many years as a police officer, as a social worker, and as an operational manager for the child protection service in Wales. He has also lectured on child protection at a number of colleges and universities. I am grateful to John Nicholl not only for providing me with a copy of White is the Coldest Colour in exchange for my honest review, but also for his dedicated work on behalf of children and survivors of abuse. His novel, although fiction, shows what an important issue this is. The pedophile is not always a stranger. He or she may be a trusted counselor, teacher, clergy member, coach, family member, esteemed professional, or an unemployed individual – anyone who has access to children.
When attempting to rate this book, the challenge for me is how to balance the visceral emotions that the story evoked with the talent and skill of the writer. I can only conclude that I felt what he wanted me to feel. Repulsion. Anger. Sadness. I could not help but feel repugnance and rage at the monstrous acts and sorrow for the victims and their circumstances that Nicholl so expertly portrays in this work. I know that he also wants his readers to feel the power of his words and to be impressed by this debut novel. Galbraith is a composite character built of a multitude of real-life offenders in cases known to the author. The children upon whom Galbraith and his ring of evildoers preyed are based on the hundreds, perhaps thousands, of girls and boys who went through the system and the untold number of victims who remain unknown.
In the end, I felt hope, because many men and women worked tirelessly to solve this case and end the menace posed by these predators. The brilliant ending was unexpected; it made me smile, and if you read it yourself, you will see why.
John Nicholl is to be commended for a stellar debut novel. While it may be too painful for those with a personal history of similar issues, I recommend it for others. I look forward to his second novel, which will feature one of the characters who was introduced in this book.
5 stars