Patricia Cornwell learns what most great novelists – from Dickens to F. Scott Fitzgerald to Richard Price – learn at some point in their careers: there’s nothing wrong with a little soap opera.
In this novel the subtext is far more interesting – and believable – than the surface. The hints of hysteria and paranoia read like an update of Cornell Woolrich. And her sad, lonely battle to salvage some sanity and honor out of what is swirling around her makes for savagely fascinating reading. This is a triumph for Cornwell – and a feast for her readers.