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This is the first in the ongoing series of Detective Inspector Marnie Rome in London. It’s the book that the author recommended as an entry into her oeuvre for our bookclub. The strapline is “a group of witnesses to a crime; none of whom are telling the same story. Who is telling the truth?”
First impressions: the “x weeks ago / x years ago” interspersed chapter headings give backstory against current day events. I thought they were incredibly well done: the plotting and character development are continually upturned for the reader, keeping us on the edge of our seats as to who is the good guy/gal or the bad guy/gal: or, do we even trust ANY of these characters? Getting drip-fed prior history in the middle of learning today’s events colours our understanding of what’s really going on, and makes us question how well the main characters are manipulating [and/or covering their true feelings from] each other, the other characters, and us the readers.
What I love about books is that it was a casual aside a few chapters in before we knew Noah had Jamaican heritage. In a film, that would be evident from our first viewing of him. We also didn’t know he was gay until a few chapters in. Does it matter his skin colour/sexuality? It shouldn’t. We get to know him before we learn any of this, which is how it should be.
This is freeing for an author who does plot twists like Sarah. If the film audience could see a baddie from the beginning, there’s no or little suspense. For example, we don’t know who is in the car, plotting revenge (nor, against which female character, nor why; just his clawed, broken left hand). We don’t know which character is in the nightclub nor which character he picks up. Books allow this ambiguity which builds suspense, in a way films as a visual medium simply couldn’t do.
This technique is starkly apparent in the 3rd book of the series, Tastes Like Fear: the plot twists would be unravelled if we’d seen ‘Harm’ as his victims saw him. Also, if we’d been able to see Aimee, not just hear the character’s thoughts. The plot just would not work in a film; but in a book, it’s jaw-dropping to learn how we – and Marnie/Noah and the rest of the characters – were deceived. That being said, there’s some pretty big deceptions going on in Someone Else’s Skin, too.
Marnie Rome is a complicated character. We meet her in this story, one that starts with a violent knife crime, and know that her past includes another violent knife crime (albeit not against her directly). She’s struggling with the after-effects of her parents being killed in this way whilst investigating the current crime – which clouds her judgment on dealing with the perpetrator, the victim, and the witnesses.
Marnie is also in disarray by wanting to know WHY Stephen killed her parents. It’s this WHY which is a brick-walled barrier against Marnie coming to terms with her past; but I feel she didn’t apply enough of WHY to solving this book’s case until too late. She felt so much empathy for the perpetrator and the witnesses in the refuge that she didn’t explore well enough the WHY as to this event. She missed major clues, to which she admitted in the end.
I’m not dissing the author; I think it’s utterly appropriate to introduce Marnie to us, in this way with this particular crime, to show how complex she is, and by extension, all humans are. All detectives have shadows of their past experiences which can make them blind to what is actually going on in the crime they’re currently investigating.
And everyone has secrets which make us feel stronger for them staying secrets.
One character I’m not convinced by is Ed. He’s just too nice! Too perfect, too helpful, too kind. The only time we see a flash of emotion is when he gets angry at Marnie for believing Leo’s story, and even that doesn’t last long. (We do see more of him in future books in the series where we get a more rounded view of him.)
There is extensive observation of harm to people, both physical and psychological: from other people, and most importantly from themselves, which is explored in this book. I’m the first to go “ick” at a crime novel that seems to revel in nastiness and viciousness from a character that “just wasn’t loved enough”. This novel shows that it’s the psychological wounds that hurt the most, and take the longest to heal, even from those who were loved.
All in all, and having read Someone Else’s Skin quickly followed by No Other Darkness and Tastes Like Fear, I have to say I’m now quite a fan of Sarah Hilary’s writing. Particularly the well-judged use of backstory plaited with current-day events; the anonymity of some characters until the police catch on; and most importantly, the way people in desperate circumstances don’t act (can’t act) like “The Perfect Witness”.