I love procedural crime novels for their predictability, but once in awhile it is thrilling to find an author who can design a murder mystery that is truly suspenseful from page one to the end. Paula Hawkins begins her novel mysteriously. A woman is riding on a train. We are not sure from where to where or why, but Hawkins shows us immediately into her heart. She is an outsider who watches people from the train. Hawkins slowly reveals bits and pieces of Rachel’s story and then expands the lens to her ex-husband and his new family, their neighbors, and her roommate. Even when the lens is expanded Hawkins slowly changes our view of Rachel. Eventually the narration rotates between Rachel, Anna (the second wife of Rachel’s ex), and Megan (Anna’s neighbor who had disappeared) and Hawkins destabilizes our trust in the narrative. Who sees things closest to how they really are? What are the women not telling us? How can we triangulate their stories and reveal more than they intended? Even Rachel does not trust her own narration as she struggles to regain a memory from a black out that niggles at the corners of her mind.
Hawkins populates her novel with red herrings and potential culprits. At one point I suspected everyone except the lead detective investigating Megan’s disappearance. Her cast of characters are complex. Only Detective Riley seems drawn from the stock characters of the mystery genre. These complex characters and the small twists in their stories are what contribute to Hawkins’ sustaining the thrill. She takes us into the neuroses of the narrators and makes us feel strongly about them. I cheered for Rachel even while suspecting her of murder. Hawkins leads us to empathize with Anna, who is stalked by her husband’s ex-wife, and then to despise her as a judgmental hypocritical homewrecker. She plays with our emotions so that we are not sure we can trust ourselves as readers. Even after Hawkins reveals the guilty party, she continues to hold us in suspense until the bitter end. I could not stop listening.
The Girl on the Train is reminiscent of Gone Girl and, although I love Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl cannot compare to the suspense of The Girl on the Train. I eagerly await Paula Hawkins’ follow up novel.