Sue Hincenbergs. The Retirement Plan. USA: HarperCollins, 2025.
After Marlene’s husband Dave dies in a freak accident, her three friends decide life without husbands will be so much better. And they happen to know a hit man who works as a barber. Pam is hesitant at first but Nancy and Shaliza persuade her they’re all in. An investment gone belly up, promoted by Pam’s husband Hank, had earlier caused all four couples to lose their savings. Living in reduced circumstances is not the women’s only quibble; the men they married have long morphed into selfish, oblivious oafs. So, a transaction with the barber will yield one million in life insurance to each— straightforward, n’est-ce pas? Well, what they don’t know is their husbands have secretly engineered a grand theft scheme, and are now in fear that Dave’s death was the result of a criminal syndicate discovering their plot. They’ve hired the same hit man, Hector, to discover and kill whoever is trying to kill them.
It doesn’t end there. What we have is a grand farce of grand larceny. Hank’s new boss is the daughter of a notorious female crime ringleader back in India. Padma is a newly-minted MBA, out to prove to mama she is capable of running a business and thus avoid the traditional arranged marriage. The eligible suitors that her mother sends are mistakenly presumed by the three remaining husbands—Hank, Larry, and Andre—to be gangster killers and they panic. Padma is no dummy, she’s already noticed a few years of suspiciously large payouts in her business; she can’t stop her mother from sending thugs to search for the stolen money, a job she’d prefer to do herself. The new head of tech security at Padma’s business, hired to replace Dave, happens to be Hector’s wife Brenda – unknown to them.
Will the wives discover that the husbands cancelled the generous life insurance policies? What will Hector do with the two contracts? Who is going to die? I’m deliberately withholding what kind of business Padma runs. The original scenario multiplies in all directions and just gets crazy funnier. It’s like a ride on a lurching, outta control, never-ending roller coaster. Author Hincenbergs hit a goldmine for combining laughter and suspense.
Bits
▪ “I’m just saying out loud what you’re thinking. We do not need our husbands.” (43)
▪ “Padma, my dear, regrettably you are not a ten. You need to be happy with a six. If you can get that. It’s a hard truth.” (115)
▪ “We’ve ordered the hit.” Nancy shook her head slowly. “I don’t know much about hitman protocol. ... I couldn’t google it. But I think once these things get going, there’s no turning back.” (139)
▪ Maybe this had been an accident. Maybe the explosion was a crazy coincidence. (147)
▪ Even if they did change their minds at that last minute, this whole thing started because they had their reasons. (155)
▪ “But then one day I was closing up, and your wives, the three of them, pulled up in their minivan, asked me to jump in, passed me a donut, and hired me to kill you.” (194)
▪ “Hector did a fucking double dip,” Pam said. (210)
▪ “But the four of them could barely plan a road trip. Remember?” (234)
▪ Nancy said, “Not only do we not owe you a hundred thousand dollars, we want our fifty-thousand-dollar deposit back.” (244)
Rachel Kushner. Creation Lake. Large Print.
Extra-cryptic openings do not endear an author to me, so this highly acclaimed work got off on the wrong foot. An American spy called Sadie has installed herself in a perfect rural spot in the French countryside for watching the activities of Le Moulin, a radical farming cooperative. Led by Pascal Balmy, they may be responsible for destructive acts against the corporate farming interests currently transforming the neglected valley. Sadie seems to be pragmatic and rather dull although her spycraft is excellent.
Sadie hacks emails from Bruno, an “old lefty,” who mentors Le Moulin members. Bruno drones on about the percentage of Neanderthal that may exist in humankind, about our cultural need for a wild bogeyman, about living free. Bruno’s ramblings are annoying regular inserts, distracting whatever mission or action Sadie is undertaking. I’m not into this intellectual exercise. DNF [Did Not Finish]
Jo Spain. The Darkest Place. UK: Quercus, 2018.
[In-house grab] Due to a previous work episode (in a prior book), DCI Tom Reynolds has been relegated to minor cases. Sent to investigate a cold case upon the finding of Dr Conrad Howe’s skeleton—on the island that housed a leading Irish insane asylum—he learns that the man had been strangled. Widow Miriam Howe in Dublin has waited forty years for a solution to the doctor’s inexplicable Christmas Eve disappearance. Reynolds, his DS Ray Lennon, and state criminal psychologist Linda McCarn inspect the burial site and the long-shuttered asylum where people had been involuntarily committed. A few of the former staff still live there in cottages, all elderly; perhaps they can provide a motive for the killing, or even a suspect. Howe’s private diary, discovered years later by his wife, describes his disquiet with many medical treatments and one unnamed doctor in particular. Altogether, not an environment appealing to every crime reader fan.
Arnie Nolan provides security for the buildings and the small island in general; his mother Kitty was the last cook for the institution. Doctors to interview are Lawrence Boylan, former chief of the medical department; Robert O’Hare who’d arrived only shortly before Howe disappeared; Andrew Collins, befriending Miriam all these years, who still keeps an island cottage. In addition to Kitty, the cops will see former head nurse Carla Crowley and chemist Edward Lane. Gossip provides a few clues as the detectives puzzle over two staff members who left on the ferry that same Christmas Eve and then seemed to vanish. Who wanted to kill Dr Howe? Or was it a conspiracy?
The Darkest Place is like a history of older, inhumane treatments for the mentally disturbed—not easy to read and not for the queasy. Mulling over possible suspects does not prepare the detectives for more than one shocking revelation, and even then, the convoluted events are brain-spinning. Staff or patients, who was most insane in a madhouse?
Fragments
▪ “Asylums were big business. They were huge providers of employment.” (37)
▪ “What are you saying?” Tom said. “That some of the patients here died as a result of their treatment in the asylum?” (69)
▪ “It was a Catch 22. They would respond to being locked up as you or I would but the very act of that would satisfy the accusation of madness made against them.” (75)
▪ “Conrad was a good doctor in many ways. Extremely gifted.” (110)
▪ “Conrad was an utterly brilliant doctor, by all accounts. He really had the patients’ best interests at heart but he was also forward thinking.” (163)
▪ “Howe was an uppity little chancer,” Lane said, then broke into a hacking cough, wiping the accompanying phlegm with a filthy handkerchief. (170)
▪ “Well, funny that,” Ray said. “Because we seem to have lots of hopeless lovers on this island.” (173)
▪ “Everything the people on this island have been hiding will come out.” (285)
Howe’s diary
▪ I suspect she could see I was traumatised by what I’d seen and wanted me to understand the need for the operation. (79)
▪ He is experimenting on them, like they are his animals and he a demented ringmaster. (269)
▪ I’ve told Dolores I will confront him. (270)