When in Ireland this time, I couldn’t truly browse through book stores as much as I would have loved to. Instead, I browsed through the bookshelves of my friends and picked up a few that I thought were interesting. This book is one such find, which I had almost left behind but luckily didn’t. And boy, am I glad that I didn’t. While it isn’t the best book in this genre or even a great book, it has something about it that makes you want to read and keeps you turning the pages even when you know the end, which in itself is saying a lot about this book and why I am glad to have read it.
Eoin McNamee’s The Blue Tango is based on a true story that happened in Northern Ireland. In 1952, the daughter of a sitting judge was brutally murdered right outside her house. While the crime by itself was shocking, what made this even worse is the fact that the police have never been able to solve it. McNamee, in this book, tries to bring to life both the crime as well as the reasons for it still being an inactive cold case that hasn’t reached its conclusion. Part drama part fact, this book tries to balance that slender line in between fact and fiction with aplomb, making it extremely readable once you get over the initial few pages.
Patricia Curran was 19 years old and was returning home after her usual day at school when she was murdered. It was her brother who found her body in the grounds around their home in the wee hours of the morning while searching for her after having called all her friends only to find out that she had left for home long back. He assumed she was alive and he with his father took her to the doctor where she was pronounced dead on arrival. While the doctor had initially ruled heart attack as the cause of death, it was soon changed to murder after he found evidence of stabbings, 37 in number, on her body. What followed afterwards was a mockery where the only role Patricia played was to be a body that didn’t matter in the whole scheme of things. Complete with prejudices that were prevalent during those times and the reconstruction of the eerie nature of the crime, McNamee brings to life the last few hours of Patricia’s life, the investigation such as it was and the different players and their roles making it both intriguing as well as disheartening at the same time.
McNamee’s writing is wonderful inasmuch as it truly transports you to Northern Ireland in the 50s. The bleak weather, the morbid nature of the house where Patricia lives, the interpersonal relation that she has with her family and friends, and more importantly the society such as it was back then are all brought to create an atmosphere that is chilling and unforgivable. When you read the book, you have a sense of the harsh and brutal nature of the country and you immediately feel increasingly lonely and absolutely desolate, as if there is no end to the tunnel that you are going through; or if there is an end it is only achievable through death. The descriptions of the house and weather along with the misogynistic views held by society at that time dominate most of the book making you get angry as well as wretched at the same time.
While one can get really irritated with the misogynistic views that are present in the book, and one does mind you, you have to accept that it was the way it was in those days. Women had to yield to the rules and regulations laid out by what was a totally patriarchal society and if she didn’t, she didn’t get the respect that she deserved. While I can write reams on this particular aspect of human fallacy, it won’t matter much as far as this book is concerned for Patricia Curran faced what was meted out to her because of this prevalent prejudice. Patricia, instead of becoming the victim of a crime, merely became an instrument to enforce more misogynism in the already horrible world. “She got what she deserved because of how she was”, was how the country seemed to look at her. Were they right? Absolutely not! But then how can one argue with a society that is long gone when even today we are living in a society that feels the same way? The author brings an honest and as unbiased view as he can when tackling this issue. By being factual in his writing style, he talks about what was rather than what should have been, but nevertheless one can’t help but feel that he is leading you, albeit gently, towards understanding what should have been.
Class differences have been portrayed with similar tact. His writing is definitely superlative given that he manages to transport you literally to those days in Northern Ireland. You aren’t simply the reader but actually a voyeur of those events that took place all those many years ago and are witness to how society, such as it is, deals with such crimes and its aftermath.
The book also brings to the forefront the pressure that the investigators face while dealing with such crimes, that is the murder of the daughter of a sitting judge who has excellent chances of growth in his career. While one can’t call it corruption, it is definitely a scenario where the police have no autonomy over the investigation and have to go through the motions of investigating within the parameters set by those in power above them. How much of this is fact and how much fiction, one doesn’t know but the tension that it brings to the book is definitely something that makes it an immensely readable one.
Albert Camus once said, “Fiction is the lie that tells the truth” and so it is with this book. While this is a dramatized version of the events, you can’t help but wonder if there isn’t a kernel of truth hiding somewhere inside all that drama? All in all, I would say that this is a book that is worth reading at least once.