Haha, so this was my first Tami Hoag novel and it will be my last!
The opening passage of this book is quite lovely and lush and creepy, in a way that immediately disappeared for the remainder of the book in favor of very pedestrian and unremarkable prose, to the extent that I kept wondering if someone ghostwrote that opening section, or if Tami Hoag possesses a literary gift that just never gets to make itself felt because of all the mundane plotting she's doing. (I think I've come down in favor of the ghostwriter.)
Because I correctly guessed who the murderer was from the moment we were given the first of many painfully obvious clues to their identity, this book was a bit of a chore for me to get through, in particular because a lot of the investigative procedural work just feels empty and repetitive without the lure of superior writing to keep us interested in the characters. At one point a suspect tells the detective that his lawyer is in the phone book under "fuck you" and I outright cringed at the cliché of it all. Also cliche: the two focal detectives are both super alpha male, and that combined with the ridiculous, hilarious amounts of heteronormative romance just made it frequently awkwardly uncomfortable, like, this book was written in 2010, I'm pretty sure we knew there were more than two sexual orientations and more than one way of expressing masculinity by then, but there was none of that nuance on display here, haha. Unless you count a gay man making a transphobic joke. Lol! Oh, those wacky '80s.
Also something I'm pretty sure we knew by 2010 is that autism isn't a life-ruining disability, but this book isn't too sure on that point, so we get this *very* ableist and upsetting subplot involving one of the detectives and his horrible attempt to "befriend" a local autistic professor. [i'm about to spoil this, here we go]:
He befriends him by triggering him into reliving an extremely traumatic episode and upsetting him (which the detective misreads as a dissociative episode), grabbing his hands and shaking him to stop him from stimming (which unrealistically has a positive effect instead of making things worse and further upsetting the autistic man), and then basically taking no responsibility for disrupting this man's life. After our other character has tragically committed suicide, pretty much as a result of our alpha male hero detective's treatment of him, another detective responds to the whole situation by remarking that the autistic character was too "fragile," adding, "it's like he wasn't meant for this world." So! Yeah! Super super ableist.
Of course, given that this is set in the '80s, it's arguable that the author is attempting to depict a period-faithful representation of ableism, but there's no other depiction of disability or autism in the universe of the story, nothing that could provide a complex and nuanced and responsible alternative representation of people on the spectrum, to remind us that autistic people are perfectly capable of surviving and succeeding in the world.
The narrative is also weirdly gleeful about proving that empathy is bad, with another ridiculous subplt that i'm not even going to bother re-hashing here, but which results in two main characters having their lives seriously endangered all of three times in a week, ahaha, which is so over the top I can't even eyeroll at it.
Because it's set in the mid-80s, the book does some interesting things with showing how wider cultural events of the era are impacting the characters and the town they live in, but eh, it's not enough to make any of this interesting. The whole book outside of this just ultimately read as deeply weird and incredibly far-fetched.
Oh, and the final thing! ahaha, the murder had a very very obvious sexual component but because of the killer's identity, the sexual component was completely discarded and rejected by the narrative as a complicating factor by the end of the story. And that just made all of this so much more weird and ridiculous. It was a bizarro world in which complicated sexual and gender identities didn't exist, and narrative shortcuts were taken that often defied all logic. And the writing mostly just wasn't good enough to warrant any of it, haha.