The Secret Place
by Tana French
Viking (September 2014)
I’ll admit I groaned when I learned that Tana French’s fifth
Dublin Murder Squad novel centered around teenage girls at a private school. The
intense emotional lives of adolescent females have attracted the interest of a lot
of writers lately, and few seem to have anything new to say about the cliques,
the secrets, the sexual fantasies, the stupid behavior that arises from the
ignorance and arrogance of the young. But this was Tana French, who hasn’t
bored me yet. So of course I read The
Secret Place.
I wasn’t disappointed. While French’s teens can be as
obnoxious and pathetic as any others, they are also dangerous. Some of them may
know more than they’re telling about a murder on school grounds. One of them
may be the killer.
Holly Mackey, the 16-year-old daughter
of Detective Frank Mackey (the protagonist in Faithful Place) and a student at St. Kilda’s School, stirs fresh
interest in a stalled investigation when she brings potential new evidence to
Detective Stephen Moran of the cold case squad. A year before, a popular boy named
Chris Harper, who attended a nearby boys’ school, was found dead in a field at
St. Kilda’s. Police were unable to solve the crime. Now Holly brings Moran a
photo of the dead boy she found pinned to a notice board at school. Glued to
the photo is a message composed of print cut from a magazine: I KNOW WHO KILLED
HIM.
Moran, languishing in a police
department backwater, seizes the opportunity to get in on a major homicide case.
He takes the card to Detective Antoinette Conway, lead investigator in the
Harper murder. She doesn’t like Moran, she doesn’t like being reminded that she
failed to solve the case, but he’s willing and handy, so she takes him along on
a visit to St. Kilda’s to ferret out the girl who posted the photo.
Both detectives are inner city Dubliners
and fiercely ambitious, but in other ways they’re polar opposites. Moran is
dazzled by the beautiful old school buildings and lavish grounds. Conway
despises all of it and the class distinctions it represents, and wishes she
could toss a petrol bomb at the idyllic scene. Conway is a hard-charger in
interviews, while Moran plays good cop and tries to lull people into revealing
what they know. Despite their prickly relationship, though, they work well
together, promptly focusing on two rival cliques—one made up of Holly Mackey
and her roommates—who had ties to Chris Harper. All the girls seem to be hiding
things from the police, and more than one looks like a reasonable murder suspect.
Throughout a long day of questioning the students, the St. Kilda’s nuns and its
secular headmistress hover, determined to protect the school from further
negative fallout, and Detective Frank Mackey steps in to protect his own
daughter, even if it means leaving a murder unsolved.
The present-day investigation
scenes alternate with flashbacks that follow the girls through the year preceding
Chris Harper’s murder. French’s depiction of teenage behavior is pitch-perfect
as she slowly reveals the truth about the boy whom “everybody loved” and the
girls whose lives he touched. Most mystery readers try to identify the killer
in advance, but they’re not likely to succeed this time. The one element that
puzzled me, and seemed superfluous, was a minor touch of woo-woo that never led
anywhere.
As always, French’s prose is
superb, and her vivid descriptions make the most common of stock characters
seem fresh. Upon meeting Miss McKenna, the headmistress, Stephen Moran
observes: “That voice: like Maggie Thatcher turned Irish, shoulder-barging the
world into its place with no room for argument. Made me feel like I should
apologize quick, if I could work out what for.” When two girls argue, French
writes: “The more furious Joanne gets, the more bits of her stick out—elbows,
tits, arse.”
In an interview supplied by the
publisher, French says she set The Secret
Place in a small private school because the cloistered atmosphere
intensifies the emotional turmoil of adolescence: “It’s isolated from the
outside world, so it heightens the feeling that only your private world is
real, and that everything that happens in that world is immense and crucial. That
way of thinking is seductive, but it’s also dangerous.”
French draws interesting parallels
between her tough female cop, Antoinette Conway, and the teenagers in the
novel. “I don’t think Conway’s real problem with the Murder Squad is that she’s
a woman. I think it’s that she’s still struggling with the same question that
dogs the teenagers and Stephen: who gets to define you? Conway refuses to budge
an inch to adapt to the Murder Squad; she’s like a teenager refusing to conform
to peer pressure, and the Squad—which is a tight-knit, isolated world not that
different from St. Kilda’s—reacts with the same ferocity as a group of teenagers
would.”
Each of French’s novels so far has
focused on a different member of the Dublin Murder Squad. Her next book,
though, will feature Antoinette Conway and Stephen Moran working as partners again,
with Conway narrating the story. These characters are good together, and
another pairing will be welcome.
The publisher provided a free hardcover copy of this book in exchange
for an honest review.
