The title of this novel should be Long Dark River instead of Long
Bright River. There is hardly a bright moment in the 500 pages. (It could be
cut to about 300 without losing anything.) But it’s well written, enough to
keep me reading through the whole book.
There are two plots. One is a family story about two sisters, a cop, Mickey, and an addict, Kacey. They haven’t been on speaking terms for years, but Mickey keeps an eye out for her sister. When she doesn’t see Kacey on the streets for several weeks, she assumes her sister is missing, possibly dead from an overdose or a serial killer who is loose in the neighborhood.
The serial killer is the second plot, the mystery. I think
it’s supposed to be the main plot since the book is classified as a mystery/thriller
(I’d call it “women’s fiction” or a family novel), but the serial killer thread
takes a backseat to Mickey’s search for her sister. She’s not a very good cop.
She neglects her duties, breaks rules, believes and follows up rumors, and finally
gets suspended.
The first person narrator, Mickey, isn’t likable. She’s
depressed, insecure, terrible decision-maker, and she doesn’t connect with
people. The author spends far too much time in Mickey’s head and switches to
her past in some chapters, which probably isn’t necessary. I wanted to like her
but never connected.
One thing that irritates me about the writing is the use of
the M-dash instead of quotes for dialog. It’s distracting. I don’t know what
the author is trying to prove.
There’s not an ounce of humor in this story.