If I had to choose one adjective to describe Dennis Lehane’s
writing, I think it would be “devastating”. His style is devastatingly good,
honed until there’s not a spare word. His characters are flawed and even those
who are friends and lovers damage each other in a way that is devastating to
read. Most of all, his dark view of the world is devastating, because it has
that ring of truth that makes it impossible to believe this is fiction. Lehane
is never comfortable reading.
Gone Baby Gone is the another in the series featuring Patrick
Kenzie and Angie Gennaro, PIs whose patch is the dark side of Boston. This book
doesn’t stick to the drugs, guns and gangs of earlier books, but ventures into
the world of child abductions and the horrific things that people do to
children. After a child vanishes and Kenzie and Gennaro are brought in, the mystery
seems to be resolving itself around halfway through the book. Then the plot does one of those mad hairpin
turns and suddenly the only thing that is certain is that the original solution
is no longer correct. Things gradually unravel and the results are devastating –
that word again – for all involved.
I’ve heard arguments
that crime fiction is really where we, as a society, grapple with those heavy
issues to which there seems to be no solution. Gone Baby Gone, like many of Lehane’s books, plays out the tension
between law and justice. Kenzie and Gennaro work with the police but the
temptation to mete out vigilante justice is always there, especially when
crimes against children are involved. Kenzie’s anguished searching of his
conscience reflects perfectly the moral fog we seem up against, when there is
no right answer and everyone loses no matter what happens.
So, this is not the kind of book you might read to cheer yourself
up, or to convince yourself that people are fundamentally good and kind. Lehane
clearly doesn’t think they are, and the book puts a convincing case that – as Kenzie
might say – we’ve screwed up our society good and proper. For all that, it’s a
brilliant book and a masterclass in crime writing. Like a car crash, you almost
can’t look away.