Jean Hanff Korelitz. The Plot. USA: Celadon Books/Macmillan, 2021.
Jacob Finch Bonner is a writer with one well-received novel. Since then he'd felt blocked, eking a living by coaching aspiring writers and teaching creative writing at places like Ripley College. Jake's whole being revolves around whether he can produce an even better second novel, although he's creatively inert, anguishing that he might be a one-hit wonder, finding little interest in his students or clients. But slowly an idea germinates, having come from Evan Parker, an obnoxious student. Evan already had a finished manuscript, allowing Jake as teacher to view a mere few pages; smugly confident of his superior skills, Evan verbally described the plot to him. When Jake learns that Evan died not long after his college days, with no sign that the manuscript was ever published, he decides it's too unique a story not to develop. And so the writing flows again and Jake triumphs with his intriguing new novel called Crib, reviews and sales fulfilling his wildest dreams. His publisher, his agent Matilda, his editor Wendy, everyone is thrilled.
On one of his book tours he meets media producer Anna Williams, and the mutual attraction results in marriage, Anna moving into his New York apartment. Fate steps in, in the form of "TalentedTom"* harassing Jake with emails like You're a thief and JacobFinchBonner is not the author of Crib. The reference to "Ripley" strikes fear in Jake as the messages start showing up on social media; he may be exposed as a fraud and is too ashamed to tell anyone the origin of his plot. Matilda and cohort believe the matter is simply an envious, malicious troll. He keeps Anna in the dark about his problem; she attributes his noticeable stress to work on the next book. Jake is asking himself who could possibly be familiar with the manuscript that Evan had refused to show anyone? After researching student names from that particular class, Jake eventually visits Evan's home town where his unfortunate family is remembered.
Did Jake deserve the anonymous condemnation, his own self-torment? Ideas can't be copyrighted—but when is an idea someone's story? Bits of Crib with its shocking event are scattered throughout to confound the issue. The Plot is a challenging exercise, not to mention bearing relentless suspense as a very angry guy intends to ruin a writer.
* Name of iconic character in author Patricia Highsmith's The Talented Mr. Ripley.
Fragments
▪ When the session ended, this pompous, withholding, and profoundly irritating person had simply gone away, presumably to do what he needed to do in order to bring his book to the light. But actually, just to die. (60-1)
▪ But there was one thing he actually did believe in that bordered on the magical, or at least the beyond-pedestrian, and that was the duty a writer owed to a story. (61)
▪ Each morning after she left for work he sat paralyzed at his desk clicking back and forth from Facebook to Twitter to Instagram, Googling himself every hour or so to see if anything had broken through, taking the temperature of his own alarm to see whether he was afraid, or merely afraid of being afraid. (141-2)
▪ "Evan Parker? Listen to anyone's problems? Evan Parker didn't give a shit about anyone else's problems." (190)
▪ If only Evan Parker's novel had been fictional, but unfortunately it was quite real. (192)
▪ Any novelist would understand what he'd done. Any novelist would have done exactly the same. (227)
▪ "All right," she conceded. "So maybe plagiarism isn't the right word. Maybe theft of story gets closer." (232)
▪ "That bastard just helped himself to my entire life story. Now you know that isn't right, Jake, don't you?" (311)
Jackie Kabler. The Perfect Couple. UK: OneMoreChapter/HarperCollins, 2020.
Grabbed from in-house library ...
Married less than a year, Gemma and Danny O'Connor have just moved to Bristol from London. He works in cyber security, she's a freelance journalist but no longer covers crime stories. Unknown to them at first, DCI Helena Dickens and her police team are struggling with the mysterious bludgeoning deaths of two local men. After a few weeks in their happy new home, Danny simply disappears; Gemma is frantic and finally calls police. Helena does not believe her – that Danny ever came to Bristol at all, for lack of evidence – he never turned up at the job he said he went to daily, never seen by neighbours. The weirdness piles on when they all see that Danny not only physically resembles the two murdered men, but also a search of their prior London home discloses a horrifying amount of weeks-old blood. But no body.
Narrated between Gemma and Helena, both are frustrated for different, but related reasons. Gemma is half-mad with worry and fear; surely Danny would contact her if he were alive. Dickens thinks Gemma is hiding the truth behind elaborate lies. And the pressure is on to find who committed the local killings. Unfolding events touch on internet dating, Danny's unlovely Irish family, similar murders in London, cousin Quinn, a false confession, and an avalanche of media attention. Gemma and her friend Eva try to decipher Danny's deception, aware that the police don't believe her. Finally Dickens decides to go with accumulated circumstantial evidence to arrest Gemma for Danny's murder, sans body. I came to my own theory early on, only partially vindicated because of a tricky twist.
The story never fully engaged me, perhaps because it was slow-moving yet very wordy. To me, it belaboured the point of Gemma's devastated and desperate state of mind. A strange story, it requires full investment in an unusual psychological issue.
Gemma
▪ Where the hell were the photos I wanted, the ones from the past few weeks? And why were only some of the recent pictures missing, and not all of them? (47)
▪ "What the hell is wrong with me? Why didn't I notice, why didn't I realize something was wrong?" (99)
▪ "Because whether he's alive or dead now, he's definitely been hiding something, your Danny. That much is pretty clear. We just need to figure out what it was." (134)
▪ Fear wasn't a big enough word for this, not big enough for the all-consuming anguish, this confusion, the growing sense that everything around me was spinning faster and faster, completely out of control. (163)
▪ "But that's his watch, I know it is. Look, there." I jabbed a finger at the screen. "It's really unusual – it's a Nomos Terra, I bought it for him as a wedding gift." (238)
▪ I'd been arrested and was sitting in a police cell. Me, Gemma O'Connor, journalist, magazine columnist, of previous excellent character – not even a parking ticket, for God's sake – had been arrested, on suspicion of murder and attempted murder. (318)
Police
▪ "Another job somewhere, that for some reason he didn't tell his wife about? Or was he doing something else entirely?" (53)
▪ "There haven't been any cash withdrawals, Gemma, not for weeks as I said. No debit card purchases either." (73)
▪ "In addition, Danny seems to have vanished but taken absolutely nothing with him. His passport, clothes, everything is still there, correct?" (150)
▪ "Did Gemma actually send this message, and not Danny himself, because she was planning to kill him, or indeed had already killed him, and didn't want alarm bells to ring when he failed to turn up at his new place of work?" (158)
▪ "It means we've got this wrong. We've got this all wrong." (347)