3.5 stars
Undoubtedly an intriguing premise, My Husband’s Son is centred around the marriage of Jason and Heidi Thursby, a couple united by their own personal experiences of losing a child and the ensuing fallout after Heidi’s chance sighting of a young boy that she suspects is Jason’s missing son, Barney. Poignantly written, with real sensitivity and a nuanced psychological element, the result is less “grip-lit thriller” and more a languidly paced character study as Heidi’s suspicions continue to weigh on her mind and she scratches the itch to investigate. Heidi’s own experience of loss forces her to act on her intuition, without the knowledge and contrary to the wishes of husband Jason, and it is this steadily evolving depiction of a marriage under the weight of unspoken secrets that is the principal focus of this story. Against the backdrop of Heidi’s obsessive quest and the pull of an increasingly menacing investigation, the unfolding ebb and flow of a marriage that hangs in the balance will hold readers attention and keep them turning the pages, even as Heidi places herself in jeopardy and makes some decisions that defy all logic. The pace of the novel is definitely not breakneck and I suspect that much of this is due to the need for the author to recount the meeting of the couple (at a victim support group for the parents of children who have gone missing), Heidi’s eventual move north and the specifics surrounding Barney’s disappearance. However, this measured pace suits O’Connor’s narrative and a thorough underpinning of the facts helps to add context and real colour to the plot.
Narrated from the perspective of thirty-nine-year old Heidi, the novel opens as she returns home from an out of town business meeting in Gateshead and makes an impromptu stop off for a bottle of wine at an off-license. Located in a slightly more down at heel neighbourhood to where she resides Heidi catches sight of a young boy standing in the back of the shop who she is sure is Jason’s missing son, Barney. Missing for five-years, with Heidi only ever having seen photos of the boy, all her instincts tell her that this is Barney and in a quest to put an end to Jason’s tormented state of unknowing she urgently summons him to the shop. However, on first sight Jason is equally as convinced that the boy is not his son, looking nothing like the age progression artists impressions along with his firm belief in the primal ability of a parent to recognise their own child. Jason is convinced that the bond he felt at Barney’s birth and the immediate sense of belonging they shared is lasting and he refuses to even countenance telling Family Liaison Officer and now good friend, DS Martin Gooder, about Heidi’s suspicions. Compelled to investigate and confused by Jason’s refusal to even enter into discussion, Heidi is disinclined to allow the matter to rest, all exacerbated by her own intentions to paper over an obviously fragile marriage however she cannot shake the niggling worry that there is something Jason is holding back. Does Jason know more about Barney’s disappearance that he is willing to disclose? Just as it starts to look like debut author, Deborah O’Connor is preparing to unleash the “can I trust my husband”/“is my wife mad” formula she changes tack and focuses solely on Heidi’s own determination to find out if the child is Barney.
Heidi is a difficult character to empathise with despite the tragic loss of her daughter and is prone to both impulsiveness and recklessness and I readily admit that her exploits result in some decision making which requires a fair amount of suspension of disbelief. With little consideration for the dangers involved or for her job which supports the couple, she misses numerous imperative business meetings, leads a rather menacing man on and more mystifying still, walks through a rough neighbourhood in the middle of the night and attempts to stand on a wheelie bin to peer into a window! Honestly, the woman has so many close shaves that the proverbial nine lives of a cat pale in comparison. Whilst the reader is less informed of what is going on in the mind of Jason, I was flummoxed by the marriage of the couple which lacks any sign of chemistry, perhaps because the reader never sees anything of them beyond the common ground of missing children. Some lead up evidence of domestic harmony in order to instil a little belief that the couple had a genuine connection would have undoubtedly kept me more invested in the outcome and it is hard to conclude that the relationship readers see is anything but entirely unhealthy.
The details on the death of Heidi’s daughter, Lauren, are slowly disclosed over the course of the novel, and it is not until the final stages that Deborah O’Connor hits readers with the brutal facts of her murder. I am sure that the intention of withholding this disclosure until further into the novel was to allow Heidi to be viewed in a more sympathetic light but after some of the injudicious and stupefyingly risky decisions she makes along the way, it merely made me feel pity for a woman who quite clearly, despite her assertion to the contrary, has not gained ‘closure’ over her own trauma. As the novel ventures further, Heidi’s incessant evidence gathering comes across almost as a replacement for the loss of her own daughter and her own inability to protect Lauren. At times it feels more like Heidi is deriving her own sustenance from the search for the truth and as much as she is keen to believe that she is doing everything with Jason’s interests in mind, I questioned her selflessness.
As Heidi gets closer to the boy who she believes is Barney entirely without Jason’s knowledge she is naively certain that a DNA test will conclusively resolve the nightmare, but as time goes on can it ever be so simple? As Jason clings to the idea of parenthood, Heidi is forced to consider what a definitive answer could mean for their marriage, particularly with ex-wife, Vicky, still waiting in the wings. A fascinating novel that forces readers to consider the struggle of living a life forever defined by the loss of a child and a marriage based on shared and ultimately tragic circumstances. In contrast to many readers I did not find the ending volte-face came out of the blue, with Deborah O’Connor paving the way and dropping hints almost one-hundred-pages prior to the denouement. My lingering questions surrounded Heidi’s overt desperation for her marriage to survive and her willingness to sacrifice her own personal hopes and dreams for a partnership with a lack of communication and a legacy of secrets and lies.
Given the numerous contentious issues raised by the novel and the moral dilemmas aired, My Husband’s Son is manna from heaven for a book group discussion, however, I envisage a fair amount of lamenting on Heidi’s short-sightedness and lack of regard for the consequences of her infuriating actions. Factoring in the murder of Lauren, her foolhardy endeavours and total lack of precaution will leave many questioning her sanity. Overall, an engaging and thought-provoking novel, but readers will need to keep calm as Heidi becomes very wearing on the patience!