Book review: Little Bones

SKELETONS tumble out of cupboards early on in Sam Blake’s debut novel, when the little bones of the title are found sewn into the hem of an old wedding dress owned by artist Zoe Grant.

Garda detective Cathy Connolly makes the macabre discovery when she is called to Zoe’s house in Dun Laoghaire to investigate what she assumes will be a routine break-and-enter. 

Her horror is compounded by the news that Cathy herself is newly pregnant. Has Zoe murdered a baby? And if so, where are the rest of the infant’s remains?

It’s an intriguing opening gambit, and Blake doesn’t rest on her laurels. Soon after, Zoe’s fabulously wealthy grandmother Lavinia is found dead in mysterious circumstances, and a cold-blooded killer from Las Vegas arrives in south County Dublin with the FBI hot on his heels. 

Meanwhile, in London, Emily and Tony Cox volunteer to care for the ageing Mary, a mugging victim whose addled memory offers us glimpses of a privileged upbringing not entirely dissimilar to that of Lavinia Grant.

The reader, of course, understands these apparently unrelated plot strands must converge at some point, dragged together by the resourceful Cathy Connolly.

A three-time national kick-boxing champion, Cathy is a likeable protagonist, a force of nature who projects an impressive physicality and professionalism even as her interior monologues betray her emotional confusion and self-doubt.

In this she is reminiscent of Jane Casey’s London-based Maeve Kerrigan and Alex Barclay’s Denver-based Ren Bryce, characters who are the antithesis of the supremely self-confident and all-conquering heroes or heroines of the more macho-style of thriller, and all the more fascinating for it.

Moreover, it quickly becomes clear as the story unfolds that Sam Blake hasn’t employed the motif of an infant’s bones simply for the sake of an attention-grabbing narrative gambit.

Cathy’s boss, Dawson O’Rourke, reminds Cathy of a cold case from the 1970s, when a new-born baby was murdered with a knitting-needle, the investigation of which was botched by the gardaí. 

That case in turn leads us back into the 1950s, with Blake evoking the kind of suffocating patriarchal society in which a desperate young woman, having given birth out of wedlock, might be driven to take desperate measures.

Not that much has changed for Cathy Connolly; on hearing the Angelus bells, Cathy is reminded “that the Church was watching, waiting, like a great black crow hungry for the weak to stumble.”

Blake isn’t the first Irish crime writer to engage with the long shadow of the Church’s malign influence, of course — Ken Bruen’s Priest and Jo Spain’s debut With Our Blessing spring to mind — but here she handles her material with an impressive sensitivity to the horrors visited upon generations of Irish women.

However, the latter stages are less convincing. A blizzard of revelations is required to tie together the various plot-strands. 

The pace is frenetic, and the last third is choc-a-block with twists and reversals, but readers who prefer a more patient, inevitable denouement might find themselves disorientated by the sheer volume of shocks and surprises.

For the most part, however, Little Bones is an ambitious debut novel, a meticulously researched police procedural and a striking example of the crime novel as a vehicle for exploring society’s flaws and faultlines. 

Cathy Connolly is a compelling character, a creation as complicated, flawed and gripping as Little Bones itself, and one who augurs well for Sam Blake’s future.

Little Bones

Sam Blake

twenty7, €14.99

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