‘One of those rare gems that comes to the reviewer out of the blue . . . enough twists to shame a cobra . . . the story fairly rips along, defying the reader to put the book down . . . Christine Poulson should be heralded as the fine entrant to the world of crime fiction she most certainly is.’ [Stage Fright]


Moira and I read Tony and Susan

Posted on Apr 19, 2016 in Austen Wright, Tony and Susan | 6 Comments

51VWvCuj21L._AC_US160_More blog fun with Moira over at We’ve decided to blog about the same book, one selected by Moira this time. Actually she gave me a shortlist of four from which I chose Tony and Susan (1993) by Austin Wright. The premise sounded intriguing: ‘Many years after their divorce, Susan Morrow receives a strange gift from her ex-husband, a manuscript that tells the story of a terrible crime: an ambush on the highway, a secluded cabin in the woods; a thrilling chiller of death and corruption. How could such a harrowing story be told by the man she once loved? And why, after so long, has he sent her such a disturbing and personal message.’

And at first it was intriguing. The novel that Edward, Susan’s ex-husband, has written is called Nocturnal Animals and it gets off to a gripping start. Tony is a mild-mannered maths lecturer and is driving overnight with his wife and teenage daughter from Ohio to their holiday house in Maine. They are ambushed by three men and Tony fails to prevent them from kidnapping his wife and daughter, with terrible consequences. These early chapters are compelling and Tony’s thought processes, the way in which he circles round and round what might be happening to his family, are brilliantly described. They find a parallel in Susan’s own thought processes as we realise through her part of the narration that she too has been defending herself from something she doesn’t want to know. On the surface all seems well: her husband is a successful heart surgeon and she is devoted to their three children. But as Susan reads the novel over three nights, she muses on her first marriage to Edward and her present one to Arnold and comes to some unsettling conclusions.

The structure of the novel alternates between chapters of the novel and Susan’s reflections both on the novel and her own life, so we are constantly being brought up against the fact that Edward’s novel is just that: a novel. But of course Susan’s part is fiction too. This is a very postmodern kind of novel. I spotted a number of literary references, echoes of Robert Frost and Flannery O’Connor – even Jane Austen – and I bet there were more. I wasn’t surprised to learn that Austin Wright taught English at the University of Cincinnati – it is an academic kind of crime novel.

So was it worth reading? Yes, it was a clever idea, there were some stunning passages of writing and it gripped me at the beginning. Did I like it? Not really. I began to lose interest in the novel within the novel as it got increasingly melodramatic and skipped ahead to find out what was going to happen – and that’s never a good sign. I didn’t much like either Susan or Edward – or Tony come to that. There was a coldness at the heart of it. I’m not sorry I read it, but I won’t want to read it again.

Over to you, Moira: I’m longing to know what you made of it.

Later: and now I do know and it is fascinating to find that Moira and I are so similar in our reactions to this novel.