In Her Blood by Annie Hauxwell
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
Everyone is hooked on something.
It’s not that easy to kick the money habit. After the world meltdown forces London’s bankers to go cold turkey, people look elsewhere for a quick quid: the old fashioned East End.
So when investigator Catherine Berlin gets an anonymous tip-off about a local loan shark, the case seems straightforward – until her informant is found floating in the Limehouse Basin.
In another part of town, a notorious doctor is murdered in his surgery, and his entire stock of pharmaceutical heroin stolen. An unorthodox copper is assigned to the case, and Berlin finds herself a reluctant collaborator in a murder investigation.
Now Berlin has seven days to find out who killed her informant, why the police are hounding her and, most urgently of all, where to find a new – and legal – supply of the drug she can’t survive without.
To be perfectly honest, if it wasn’t for the Australian Women Writers Challenge, I would have stopped reading after the first 30 pages.
It is not only that I am not a big fan of noir, although that didn’t help. The main characters are depressed and hopeless. Their world – London in a particularly cold winter, in the depths of the GFC – is bleak. Doom seems to be nigh. I know it’s all part of the genre, but it just doesn’t do that much for me.
What really made it difficult for me to keep reading were the hackneyed writing, the overuse of cliches and the heavy reliance on coincidences. All of that made the book seem to be a pastiche – not a satire, but some kind of take-off of a genre I don’t even like in the first place.
Add to that the fact that it barely passes the Bechdel test (the main character has perhaps two “on stage” conversations with other women, neither is really about a man but they are both very short conversations – and while she reflects on conversations she had with the first murder victim, those conversations were about a man), and the general dearth of women in this world, and you have a recipe for significant frustration as far as I am concerned.
All of that said, I did get into the story after about 80 pages and did not pick a couple of the main twists at the end. So the main take-away is really: if you like noir, you will almost certainly enjoy this book more than I did.
This is a review for the 2015 Australian Women Writers Challenge. You can see my full list of books here. You can find a full list of my reviews, and other posts relevant to the challenge, here.
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