I have never really understood what criteria Ruth Rendell applies when deciding whether to publish a book as a Rendell or a Vine. I could understand if all the Wexford novels were one and everything else another, but this isn't so. I am particularly confused now I have listened to Talking to Strange Men (Rendell) and Grasshopper (Vine) as they are so remarkably similar. Both tell a long and complex tale about an unusual group of people (what a quirky universe Rendell inhabits) where even the most seemingly discrete facts or events turn out to be connected. There is at least as much coincidence in Rendell/Vine's writing as in Dickens, possibly more!
This novel was read by Emilia Fox, who has a pleasant voice that never becomes irritating, though I held my breath a bit when she attempted an Irish accent (it was passable, I think). It is an absorbing story, though I am not sure that people like this really exist, still this is fiction. The story has a very sixties feel, though I can't remember whether the time period was ever stated (probably it was). The story is told by one character which means we may not be hearing an entirely rounded version of events, but it works OK. There were things I did not think worked OK, though. Firstly, Clodagh kept presaging events in a sort of "little did we know..." way, which became tiresome and irritating. Secondly, and more importantly, this was presented as a sort of coming of age story, but I would say the characters were years too old for that. Clodagh tells us earnestly that they didn't know any better because they were SO YOUNG and didn't understand things because they were SO YOUNG and in the climactic scene, one of the firemen said "It's a couple of kids," yet I believe these characters were 20ish. I could see why the author had to make them that old, but I thought it made a nonsense of some of the claims to callow youth. On the plus side, Ruth Rendell is a competent and intelligent writer and her characters and their motivations are always interesting. I like the way she takes so much trouble with all her characters, even more minor ones. Her books are not so much about what happened (you can tell from early on in this book that there are going to be some tragic events but aren't sure till the end what really happens)but why they happened, what character traits, history, circumstances, motivations, coincidences contributed to the events. I was surprised by Clodagh's statement near the end that we might not have suspected who her husband was as I think it was always obvious. I have, in fact, been mulling over whether it would have been a better or worse (or perhaps just different)novel if he had turned out to be someone else. This author is also not afraid to leave loose ends, the stories of Liv and Wim, and Johnny to some extent, are unfinished. I don't dislike this, it reminds me of a family tree, where research into one branch comes to a halt because records did not survive, or the father of an illegitimate child was not recorded. Another thing that I think Ruth Rendell and Barbara Vine have in common is that almost none of the characters are very likeable and I didn't feel any particular sympathy with any character in this story, except perhaps Jason. I suppose it is a compliment to Ruth Rendell aka Barbara Vine that she can generate so much interest in people you don't particularly like or empathise with.