This is a story of a 20 year old girl who is viciously raped and murdered and how her mother tries to find justice and then revenge on the guilty man. So many twists and turns made for a great mystery, but I thought the author was very wordy at times. I never, ever saw the ending coming!
Un giallo molto particolare in cui la storia personale della madre della vittima è più misteriosa dello stesso assassino. Quindi i colpi di scena si hanno più per quanto riguarda lei che per la scoperta del colpevole, che è praticamente reo confesso (solo per il lettore, naturalmente) fin dalla prima apparizione. Lo stile è allo stesso tempo vago ma affascinante, una sorta di flusso di coscienza in cui i tre punti di vista di Margaret Mitchell, la madre della vittima, dell'assassino e di Michael McLoughlin, il detective della polizia di Dublino a cui è affidato il caso, sembrano sfociare l'uno nell'altro, lasciando il lettore confuso, ma allo stesso tempo ipnotizzato dalla storia, dal mistero che si cela dietro al terribile omicidio e alle fissazioni morbose dell'assassino. Non sono stata completamente conquistata da Julie Parsons, ma probabilmente leggerò qualcos'altro di suo.
Mary, Mary eh? This is the second Mary, Mary I've read this year, the first being the more well-known James Patterson novel. Both crime/thrillers, this particular one severely lacked the thrilling part of that pair.
So, Margaret is a psychologist, she moved to New Zealand when she was pregnant with her daughter Mary, and has just recently moved back to Ireland to take care of her sick mother. Mary has just gone missing and eventually her body is found dumped in a plastic sack in the canal. The story isn't so much about Mary's disappearance as we find out quite early on that she had died, but more about the investigation and even more so about the repercussions after the perpetrator is found and arrested.
Because unlike other crime novels, this book focuses on the aftermath more so than Mary herself, it should have had more of an impact on me that it did. The unusual perspective was meant to spin a different story than the ones we are used to. But whether it was the writing style or the story itself, it just didn't grab me the way it was intended.
Margaret herself, in my opinion doesn't come across particularly well. She seems to have a lot of secrets. There is also an untold mystery about her relationship with her father that we get glimpses of through snippets of conversations with her mother. Instead of these comments spurring me to want to find out what happened there, they just get tiresome. For example, we find out that when her father died, her mother didn't tell her. She was living in New Zealand at the time, but her mother didn't tell her until after the funeral which is something Margaret resent her for, understandably. The victim of the novel, Mary is very much a background character, we find out small pieces of information about her, but nothing substantial, again I think this was done on purpose but the effect on me was that I just didn't really care about this missing shadow of a person, because that's all that she was in the book.
Then of course, we have the investigating detective in the case, Michael McLoughlin. Could they have put a more ill-suited incompetent detective on the case? For anyone who's seen Brendan Gleeson in the Guard, imagine him, but drunker, stupider and also kind of a stalker. This man really frustrated me throughout. He's in the middle of a very unhappy marriage, which is blamed completely on the wife, even though he is clearly a waste of space. He spends most of his time in the pub getting drunk, oh that is when he's not following Margaret around and spying on her house from his car when off duty. He obsesses about this woman, about her looks, and daydreams about her, basically falling in love with her. Bad policy for a police officer investigating the murder of someone's daughter. His actions get creepier the more you read, and all this adds to the story is an uncomfortableness, as he tries to take advantage of her grief to get close to her. He seems far more intent on getting her to love him back than he does on trying to solve the murder. I didn't understand at all why this was necessary to the story, and had no faith at all in his competence as a detective because of this.
Now to the writing, as mentioned above, this novel was set in Ireland, specifically Dublin, now in case the reader has a very bad memory, this is repeated constantly. It reads like it was written by someone who has visited Dublin once and has taken down a list of all the placenames, and Irishisms they saw and just vomited it back onto the page. Perhaps if I didn't know Dublin even a little bit, I wouldn't have noticed this, but the characters manage to find themselves in every area of Dublin possible at one stage or another, they walk from X to Y to Z for no apparent reason, seems like its just a way for the author to remind the reader that yes, the novel is set in Dublin. This got very annoying very quickly.
Within the first chapter, tea is mentioned at least twice, as are pints of stout. By the way, the book is set in Ireland, cos they love their tea and pints...! The language used at times flows really well, but then someone will say something in a way completely inappropriate to the situation and then I felt pulled out of the story and compelled to complain about it to the other half. Because of this, I couldn't get into the rhythm of the story at all. There is a scene in it where a photography teacher is reporting a rape to the gardai. This report is made a long time after the event and obviously her visit to the garda station is emotional and traumatic. She describes the attack vividly but clearly, distancing herself from it, again understandable, and just as the reader is getting into the scene and feeling for this poor young woman she comes out with something like "How do you think it's been for me here in this room with you? To turn myself inside out like a ripe fig, let you see all those bits which should be hidden." WHAT? A FIG? Who talks like that, is the question I screamed at this point, again turning a very emotional, heart-wrenching piece of writing into a piece of drivel. I'm all for figurative writing and if this character had felt like a fig inside her head I maybe could have accepted that, but do you really tell a member of the police that you feel like a ripe fig in this situaion? Maybe you do, who knows?
In conclusion, I got quite frustrated at points throughout the book purely based on the writing. Any sympathy you may have had for this mysterious victim called Mary is shattered during the trial where she is referred to as a thing by the forensics witness. This is pointed out by Margaret herself and noted that they are trying to turn her into a thing instead of a person, but the author has made no effort to do otherwise with the reader.
Before I started writing the review, I had given it a 3 out of 5, now that I have recalled all the reasons I didn't like this book, I have reduced that to a 1. So there you go. Will not be looking for anymore of this author's works, as my blood pressure is high enough already!
The book was really captivating up to the point of the person being caught that committed the muder, and the stage was set for the trial to begin. Then things took a turn and there was alot of back history given that was hard to stay as interested in. Finally the trial happened, with a surprise ending no less, and then a real surprise ending followed, which really was worth finishing the book for. The slow part to follow was the only reason I gave it a 4 star rating. All in all very good book!!
Great book, hard to put down. I was invested from the first page. The book was beautifully written and made me empathizewith the main character. As a mother of two daughters, this was heartbreaking to read. The mom got her just rewards in the end. It left me wondering what I would do in that situation.
I struggled and struggled, and I gave up. I made it to almost half of the book. It’s so confusing, couldn’t connect the story, lacking almost everything, it didn’t pull me to read further, to see what comes next. It was boring.
Ponovo knjiga sa jako dobrom idejom. Sve u svemu, uopće nije loša, jedini problem mi je stvaralo to što je sve opisano s previše nepotrebnih detalja. Volim kada ima puno detalja u knjizi, lakše mi je stvorit si sliku u glavi i volim kad je precizna, ali nema potrebe da se navodi boja i veličina svih sporednih objekata u priči, da je svaki detalj opisan do najmanje sitnice. Knjiga od malo više od 350 strana koja je komotno mogla biti napisana u 200 stranica. U drugom djelu se priča zakomplicira i događa se zanimljiv preokret, ja ga osobno nisam očekivala. Još jedna primjedba je što je knjiga napisana na način da se mijenja perspektiva. Nemam ništa protiv toga, još mi je draže sagledat priču iz gledišta više likova, ali često bi se dogodilo da mi nije jasno iz čijeg gledišta se priča. Dosta djelova sam morla ponovno pročitat da bih shvatila čija je trenutno perspektiva i o kome se priča, iako bi bilo dosta puta naglašeno, ali jednostavno je napisano na način da se čitatelj zbuni. Nekad mi se znalo učinit da knjiga nema kraj, oči bi mi samo letale po stranici i morala bi se vratit na početak stranice ili nekad čak poglavlja jer nisam imala pojma šta sam pročitala prije 10 sekundi. Nije najgora, ali je daleko od najboljih knjiga koje sam pričitala.
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I enjoy a good murder mystery but this was just not it… There were a number of reasons I disliked it but here are the main ones anyway… It was hard to follow due to the writing style being kind of all over the place (is it past? Present? Who is even supposed to be narrating?) and really just didn’t grip me at all. You find out very early on who has committed the crime and even though there are several twists, they all fall very short of being surprising or exciting in any way. It’s almost like the forced artistic writing style distracts you from what is going on in the story. Additionally, the characters did not seem relatable or realistic or even remotely likable. The main detective was apathetic and mopey and in some ways just as creepy as the killer. The main woman, mother of the murdered girl, came across as haughty and one-dimensional. I guess the ending was satisfying in some way but in the end I didn’t really care enough to feel anything about it except glad to be finished. Honestly, I was pretty bored the whole time and read it just to finish it. Kind of wish I hadn’t wasted my time. However, I’ve heard better things about this author’s more recent works and would maybe be willing to give her another try.
Margaret Mitchell, a psychiatrist, returns to Dublin to nurse her sick mother after 20 years. Her daughter Mary goes out one night and does not return, she is found a week later by the canal by an old man walking his dog. Margaret is devastated. Mary was brutally raped and tortured and beaten to death. The killer keeps calling her, but does not speak. Margaret cannot let it go, she is grief stricken. The end was a bit of a surprise.
It was okay. Like literally. Thats it, it was just OKAY. There were some points where I was hooked and then there was some parts that just had me so fucking confused. And the authors numerous times writing about nipples and their appearances and I just…i can’t. Will I ever read this again? No. Book full of cheaters, death, creeps and weirdos…
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Ένα κοινωνικό, ψυχολογικό μυθιστόρημα, που εισχωρεί μέσα σου όπως και η γραφή του. Σιγά σιγά, καθώς ξεδιπλώνεται όλος ο πόνος και η συνειδητοποίηση μιας μητέρας που χάνει το παιδί της.. σταδιακά, καθώς το σκοτάδι της ψυχής του δολοφόνου αναδύεται.. εικόνες μιας ζωντανής κοπέλας και στον αντίποδα η απουσία της.. Ζοφερό, αποπνικτικό, καταθλιπτικό κλίμα, δε γίνεται να σε αφήσει απέξω. Συγκλονιστική αφήγηση του μίσους, της οργής, της εκδίκησης, του πάθους για τιμωρία. Υπέροχο!
While the premise of this book was interesting it's the writing style that turned me off. It jumps all over the place with no breaks. It can be hard to judge whether it's present or past or a weird mix of the two. It's also unnecessarily wordy and descriptive. Too descriptive about things that seem to add to the word count over adding any substance to the novel itself.
Sinopsis me je odmah privukao, a odlična akcija kod Mozaik knjige učvrstila odluku da kupim i pročitam još jedan psihološki triler (ukoliko vas zanima evo i link za webshop https://mozaik-knjiga.hr/proizvod/mar...) iz njihove naklade. Komotno sam ga mogla preskočiti. Šteta jer je knjiga toliko obećavala.
Čitatelj prati Margaret, od milja zvanu Maggie, i psihološku borbu s ubojicom njene kćeri, mlade Mary. Čini se da Maggie ne može preboljeti nanesenu nepravdu i naglo oduzimanje onog najsvetijeg, djeteta. Kao da ju je jedna kriva odluka u mladosti odvela na trnovit put, samo zato jer se nije htjela suočiti s osobom koja joj je slomila srce. Prepuna ponosa? Možda. Ali zato nemilosrdna kad se tiče njene kćeri.
Kraj je doista zabavan, ali ostatak djela – majko sveta, čini se nikad kraja. Sve neka sjećanja, puko preživljavanje, ali toliko opisano do u detalj, da mi je došlo da ju uopće ne pročitam do kraja.
Pisana je u prvom licu, čitatelj prati protagonisticu Maggie, od djevojačke dobi do trenutne situacije. Sveukupni dojam knjige mi je dosta mračan, kao da iz nje izvire negativnost i što god napraviti, nikako ju otjerati. Prikazana je i životna priča detektiva McLoughlina koji je odličan na svom poslu, ali privatni mu se život raspada. Rastava braka, konstantno opijanje i uhođenje lijepih žena uzeli su svoj danak.
Autorica postavlja pitanje koliko uopće poznajemo svoju djecu i koliko se roditelji prikazuju moralni, zaboravljajući da su i oni nekad bili mladi i nestašni.
Dakako, psihološki aspekt je sveprisutan, od analize djevojčinih postupaka, do majčine konstantne patnje i traženja osvete, odnosno uzimanja pravde u svoje ruke.
“You could say it began with a phone call. After all, that’s the way most cases begin. And you’d wonder then, looking back, whether there was anything about it that warned you, that reached out and grabbed you, that said, Hold on a minute, this is serious….but at the time it was just another anxious mother. Worried, embarrassed. Not sure she should be phoning. Not sure if she was doing the right thing. Her fear turning to anger.” So begins MARY, MARY by Julie Parsons, a book that explores the bond between mother and child.
Margaret Mitchell and her daughter, Mary, have recently returned to Ireland. Margaret moved to New Zealand when her husband died, just after Mary was born. Margaret and David had made their plans for a life away from Ireland and Margaret saw no reason not to continue on, doing what David wanted. She is a highly successful psychiatrist, an expert in women’s health issues, an author of books on domestic violence, a media star, photogenic and seemingly accessible. For twenty years she has been living the life she built for herself and her daughter, that is until the call from Ireland, her mother telling her she must come home. Catherine is dying and wants her only child and her only grandchild by her side.
Mary has adjusted easily, quickly establishing a circle of friends, and Margaret is grateful that her daughter is happy. Then one night, Mary leaves the house to meet them and she doesn’t return. Forty-eight hours after Mary walked out the door, Margaret receives an anonymous phone call. Margaret worked for years in a hospital for the criminally insane. She recognizes insanity when she hears it and she knows Mary won’t be coming home.
A week later, a dog finds Mary’s body, wrapped in plastic on a river bank. Margaret’s terror turns to stone cold anger.
Then the cat and mouse game begins. Mary’s killer contacts Margaret and they begin a relationship, he thinking he is in control, Margaret knowing he is not. The roles of cat and mouse are reversed.
Margaret is a master at manipulating the mind. How far can a mother go when a child is murdered? When does love become obsession? Who is really destroyed when revenge is the reason to continue living?
MARY, MARY captures the reader from the very first sentence.
This crime fiction book actually has a twist at the end that really surprised me. It wasn’t a violent unexpected twist like Minette Walters may throw at you though. It is a slow realization of what certain people have done. And it makes you smile even if you do not approve.
The story is about a woman whose daughter is horribly murdered while they are both visiting the woman’s mother as she is dying. What this poor woman must have gone through with her daughter’s murder and her mother’s death sets the scene for the rest of the book. That this all happens in Ireland when the woman and her daughter now live in New Zealand just makes it all seem so much worse.
Part two of the book is somewhat involved in the court scene in the trial of the man accused of Mary’s murder. Other than John Grisham, I am not sure anyone can make court room conversation interesting, and I did labour through these bits.
But it was so worth it for the very last bit of the book. I was cheering Margaret (the mother) on even while slightly cringing at what she was doing.
A great story but the book did have some dead bits and I thought some aspects which were glossed over could have done with more fleshing out. Or perhaps the book needed more of an edit and the bits left thin should have been chopped out.
Not my best book thus far this holiday but if a tattered version is lying about in your holiday home, its worth the day and a half it takes to read on the beach.
I will read another Parsons though because I think she is an author worth reading perhaps this just wasn’t her finest creation
Mary, Mary is quite an atypical thriller. There is no classical murder investigation, no ultra-clever detective in the spotlight who doggedly pursues the murderer... Moreover, we catch glimpses of the murderer's thought processes, as it's never a question whether he is guilty or not - we know he is. I'd say that the author concentrates on the other side of the medal - the people who are usually marginal characters in usual detective stories. In this case, the book focuses on Margaret Mitchell, a single mother whose only daughter Mary is a victim of a gruesome murder. So the novel is basically an expose of her grief; her attempts to come to terms with such a life-shattering event; her slow assembly of the mosaic of her life... and the final demonstration of her love for Mary.
Mary, Mary is no light, easy read. The narrative techniques (lots of retrospections, and certain passages of almost flow-of-consciousness...) require more mental engagement from the reader than an average crime novel. Also, there is a lot of showing going on, so that the reader can enjoy the subtle characterization of almost all the cast that defiles through the pages. I realize that this novel is not for everyone, but for people who like a tad more challenging read.
On a side-note: The novel is set in Ireland, which is an interesting change of pace for people used to American and Scandinavian crime novels.
Well, I came across this book on my own bookshelf and took it with me on a trip, but then ignored it for a few months. It was a grim book, filled with passions of both love and hate. It was pretty dark, but well written.
A well-written first novel for Julie Parsons about a mother's love .... a love filled with the need for justice when the daughter is murdered. Some of the details of the story setting get a little redundant and hard to follow if the reader finds Irish countryside and peoples personalities hard to understand but still a great read. Fast paced, makes the reader wonder what is going to happen next.
this book was so poorly researched. I live in New Zealand, I've never seen a picture of Queen Elizabeth up in a school hall, we don't have houses with mews, nobody would ever refer to the Maori language as a 'dark language' and we rarely, if ever, call small towns villages. our television production companies are highly unlikely to produce three series on mental health disorders in post partum women featuring one eminent psychiatrist either. not a convincing story at all.
A woman psychiatrist beset by personal tragedy, a hard-drinking detective, and an angelic-looking sex murderer make a memorable trio. Seldom in the mystery genre do you find an author who develops her characters in such psychological depth. The characters' solitary broodings are actually more interesting than their interactions. The plot twists late in the story are surprising but stretch credibility to the breaking point.
I didn't care for the writer's style. She jumps between time and characters with no breaks to indicate the change which causes confusion. It was a struggle to get into the story and I would have rated it even less than I did except for the fact that it did get very interesting in the second half and I really liked the ending.
A fair first novel. Interesting characters, but writing style was too obscure -- often had to re-read to figure out just who was speaking, and whether events were current or flashback. Psychiatrist mother wreaks revenge on the murderer of her only child -- aided by the conveniently re-appearing father of the out-of-wedlock child, who just happens to be the defense attorney.