At first, I didn't like this book--found the protagonist Paddy to be sulky, petty, whiny, and unlikable. As the story went on, I started to think maybe I was warming up to her. She was earnest sometimes, she wasn't content with being a good Catholic housewife and found it offensive that her fiancé didn't want her to have a career, and she really kicked some butts when she was wronged. But despite her belief that she was smart and shrewd, she bungled everything. She didn't make connections that were pretty much shoved in her face. I don't generally read thrillers (I read this for a book club) and have no experience picking mysteries apart, but I kept picking up on everything far before she did. That made me not like her again.
At one point when she was confiding in a fellow journalist about something private, I thought she was deliberately trying to get her to use it as a news story; I couldn't see why she would be that oblivious, to tell a journalist about a personal connection to a major crime and then think nothing would happen when she said she herself couldn't use the story. I guess it's nice to have a protagonist journalist sometimes who isn't particularly quick on the uptake, though. I did like the honesty in her mental narration. Despite not being on board the Catholic beliefs train, she sure has her Catholic guilt installed perfectly.
There were several aspects of the book's storytelling that told me things I felt like I shouldn't have been told. For instance, I'm not worried at the end that Paddy might get murdered if the narration in the middle talks about the card games she and her sister would be playing for years into the future. I'm not convinced that Paddy has found the murderer when a weird loose end about a man with an earring was focused on so tenderly and never brought up again. I'm not breathlessly watching the mystery unfold when I've known for half the book that the Baby Brian Boys got driven to their destination in a car because of the peculiar opening chapter, nor am I shocked at a young journalist's death when the narration chooses to depart from the otherwise consistent perspective protagonist and show me her murder. I would have liked this book a lot more if I hadn't been frustrated at the thunder delivered with the revelations when I'd seen the lightning fifty pages ago.
Still, there were quite a few things I did like about the storytelling, and that was mostly character. I didn't like Paddy, but I liked the way she was told. She was always commenting on her own weight and feeling bad about it, punishing herself for it, sulking about it, and some of the ways she did that were very true to life. She ate something that wasn't on her diet and felt it might cancel out some of the effect if she refused to enjoy it. She fantasized about what she'd do when she lost the weight--thinking about telling someone who'd called her fat that he was fatter than her as she showed off in the skirt she'd optimistically already bought for her thin-woman future. She had big plans of being a famous journalist and already had her list building of who she would punish once she was successful.
The newsroom culture was fascinating, and Mina had it down. Paddy is judgy and insecure at the same time, so frequently building herself up for her supposed talents and then reality-checking herself only to realize she feels like she's just pretending to be a journalist. I like that she can see what's missing from a story--that she could tell when something got edited out before press time--and that she could read fellow journalist Heather's writing and recognize it as overwritten and childish. And I liked that Paddy, for all her ambition, was still so sheltered. When a short-haired, masculine woman in her office frequently stared at Paddy's breasts, she wondered what the heck that could mean. Gee.
I liked the odd little details of people, too. Mary Ann, Paddy's sister, was described as having an eloquent laugh that was practically its own language, and I really thought that was clever. It wasn't just a throwaway detail, either; Mary Ann did very little but laugh in this book. I liked that at a funeral Paddy was having some kind of selfish thought and her fiancé Sean thought she was expressing sorrow, offering her comfort (which she took). I liked how she and Sean bickered when they were alone but only seemed okay when they were around others, and how he's so insecure that he tries to make her ashamed of her ambition (while Paddy herself worries that Sean has chosen her because she'll feel lucky she landed anyone since she's fat). I liked how Paddy took on Heather's smoking habit. I liked how the Catholic family shows people it disapproves of something you've done by shunning you as you live among them. And I liked how the somewhat parallel crime saga of a wrongly jailed innocent man twenty years before wove into Paddy's 1980s plot.
I did not like the abundance of asides, many of them about setting, that the narration gave to us. And I did not like the ending. The motive for killing Baby Brian was very muddy, not to mention it was revealed in a classic presentation of "bad guy reveals everything in the end." I thought Paddy accidentally meeting the murderer earlier in the book and the importance of someone having an earring were far too constructed--especially since believing you have the wrong man based on him not having an earring is ridiculous since maybe he just wasn't wearing it at the time. Just happening to come across the murderer in a photograph so you can place his face is pretty contrived too.
I can't give it more than three stars because of the plot feeling so hollow to me, but some of those little moments attached to the characters were really nice.