You know how there are these moments/evenings that are indelibly printed on your mind? March 10, 2020, the last regular event any of us had before the quarantine. And 6 of us from my bookclub, we had local celebrity and journalist Hank Philippi Ryan at our house. Cases had erupted in New York and San Francisco, the first cases in Boston from a Bio conference. It was like any day, we didn't even know if we could or should hug? We wanted Hank to feel comfortable, and I ordered the Gobi Manchurian as usual. We were registering for classes for the tenth grade for my Middle Child, for some reason I was freaking out about that, and I was getting advice from other Newton South Moms. Turns out the tenth grade was pretty much cancelled anyway. Our dog Dandy swiped the Gobi Manchurian, which had onions, and I was concerned she would be okay. The Pandemic was coming any minute, and so was Hank. But for a few hours, all was suspended, and we all enjoyed her so much!! We had read her book Trust Me, her first standalone novel, and we all purchased the Murder List. Which she autographed. We were enraptured hearing her stories of journalism and her thoughts about the justice system, psychology, and the various characters, and about her life, personally and professionally. The evening was warm and lovely, and we promised to do this every March. We loved her, and she loved us. Total Love Fest, and the Murder List was planned for March 2021. With Hank. And then the world fell away into its new incarnation. But that was the last social event for any of us, and we never forgot it. My husband watched Dandy closely because of the Gobi Manchurian Onion Incident and noticed her pee was orange. So he took her in, and we discovered she was dying. Nothing to do with the onion, but because of the closer look, that discovery also was brought in with the Pandemic Quarantine. On Thursday after school, we had a family meeting, we told the kids about Dandy, and that we put in for a new puppy that was coming soon ~ (the very first pandemic puppy buy ~ soon it would be impossible to get one for a year!). As soon as we were done crying and talking, school shut down and shelter in place were announced. That was it, just the beginning.
Recently, two members of the book club, one who had been there that night four years ago, went to see her at a book signing for the Guest House. I couldn't make it, hadn't read the book, and was really committed to reading the rest in order. I always knew the Murder List was next, and that one way or another, with or without my friends, I would get to it when the time was right. After all, it has been in my house waiting.... When the book group went to the Isabella Stuart Gardiner Museum together, (after Lioness of Boston), I mentioned I was reading it and Cindy said she had read it too. We pledged to talk about it. Better catch her before she leaves for Australia shortly. But finally my review....
I like how Hank makes us think, and without hitting us over the head with it, there are questions that rise about lying, and manipulation, and the lines we cross inadvertently and otherwise, and what is truth, and who is telling it.... I am also concurrently watching Suits, and this question arises a lot. Once you cross the smallest of lines, even for the best of reasons, is getting jaded inevitable? Do we all inevitably compromise ourselves? There are two different timelines six years apart and a lot of interrelated characters, and that made the book so interesting. Did I love the end? Honestly it made me uncomfortable, but I believe it was supposed to. The questions remained and the book stayed with me. As did Hank, and the way she thinks about these questions. Its why people read books together and talk about them. Its not just about a great story, its also about what it evokes and raises and makes us think and feel. This one achieved that for me.
Hank, if you ever see this, please know that our group wants you back. See you soon we hope. In the meantime, First to Lie is next for me.