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262 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 11, 2020
The closer they got to him, the slower they walked. None of them spoke. Glinting bluebottles and smaller flies circled the boy. His hair was dark, his skin very pale. He wore a deep blue shirt, a color Duncan would later call cobalt, black shorts, and what appeared to be long red socks. At the local private school, the younger boys wore bright red knee socks, and for the briefest instant, Zoe thought, Oh, he’s in uniform. A few steps closer she grasped the nature of the red.Outside Oxford, early Autumn, 1999. A time of change. Three siblings are on their way from school, seeing how much distance they can cover before late-arriving dad can pull up beside them for their ride home. Sights on their walk tend to the bucolic, rows of barley, a herd of cows, leaves edged in brown. Theirs is a safe, appealing, predictable world. Zoe spots a flash of red through a hedge. (She had a gift for finding things: birds’ nests, their mother’s calculator, a missing book, a secret.) They investigate. A boy is lying in a field, bleeding, stabbed. They flag down a passing car. Help is summoned.

An old schoolmate…described how one day he had come home from school on a summer afternoon and at the bottom of the garden in his tiny, tiny village, a place where no one ever locked their doors he found the body of a woman who’d been murdered. Her legs were covered in blood and his first thought was that she was somehow wearing the uniform of the local schoolboys, who wore bright red knee socks. And he was only in her presence for less than ten seconds, before he fled, but those ten seconds changed his life…The story made a profound impression on me, both because of the bucolic setting and the shock of it. And I think of someone’s life jumping the tracks because of something almost random, completely unexpected. - from the Chris Castellani interviewLivesy has some fun with mystery tropes. Her detective, Hugh Price, is a married man, lacking an obvious horrible personal life and substance issues. The victim is not the typical female, but a teenaged boy. He faces some real challenges in his life, but also has a talent that he uses to help many. Looking at what a private citizen could do on his own to investigate a violent crime is certainly not unique. It is the subject of an entire mystery genre, cozies. But neither does Livesy’s approach fit in with the Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew form. The found boy serves mostly as a MacGuffin, a device that triggers other action.
I believe there are essential lies, heroic lies. And I’m very interested in the relationship between secrets and lies. Keeping a secret, however innocent, often seems to require lying. - from the Lithub interviewLying and secrecy permeate the novel. And they are seriously considered. The three, following a talk about what constitutes a white lie, and the importance of sparing people’s feelings, even make a pact to not lie for a week, which proves particularly difficult to keep. It is one of the things that make us care so much for these kids. While still remaining teens, they have a moral center. They think about the impact of their actions on others. They are not flighty and feckless. And it is not just the teens with secrets to bear. Grownups have some significant no-tells under wraps here as well.
Looking at her bright top, her faded jeans, he recalled his father’s admonition (to watch over her). She had changed so much in the last year, and in the few days since they knelt in the field, she had changed again. Perhaps something had traveled from Karel’s arm into her outstretched hand. He knew of several boys at school who liked her. Would they stop liking the new Zoe? Or like her even more? He suspected the latter.There is so much going on here. Not just the movement of the story, the characters’ stories, but how Livesy attends to family, how people in the same close pod can be so different, can love each other but still grow to become their own separate selves, can see the same things but in entirely different ways. She looks at how secrecy, malign or benign, can result in lies, and shows the pressure that can arrive with them. She looks at how random events can cause lives to veer from a prior path to a new direction. And she manages to do this while giving us wonderfully realized characters we can relate to, in one way or another, characters we can care for. The Boy in the Field is a moving, rewarding, thought-provoking novel. Read it, then pass it along to or buy another copy for your brother and/or sister. You know what they’ll like, right?