Yesterday, I had the good fortune to be able to go and see one of my favorite authors (Ian Rankin) speak at a local bookstore. Rankin talked mostly about his Inspector Rebus books, but also a bit about the genre of crime and detective fiction and the small “band of outlaws” that make a living writing crime novels. Several fans took the opportunity to ask questions about Rebus and the city of Edinburgh. (Side rant: MANY folks in the audience took the Q&A time as an opportunity to CRITIQUE Rankin, his writing, and his books, and talk about what personally irks them in the books. Seriously, if one of your favorite authors is coming to give a FREE talk, how about COMPLIMENTS only? Annoying. End of rant.). One interesting thing that Rankin talked about (after being chastised by an audience member for his errors) was the two Edinburghs in his books — the real city that he loves, with Arthur’s Seat and the Oxford Bar, and the dark, fictional city where the bulk of the crime in his novels happens. Rankin feels that its OK to use real places for the most part, but if he’s going to write about a terrible crime or a horrible part of the city, its best not to use actual names and locations so that locals don’t feel slighted or insulted.
This tidbit made me think of Defending Jacob, which I read a few weeks ago. Defending Jacob takes place in Newton, MA — my hometown.
Defending Jacob tells the story of Andy Barber, assistant DA in Middlesex County (Boston area and surrounding suburbs, including Newton), who is assigned the case of the brutal murder of a local teenager in a park. Some think maybe its a conflict of interest for Andy to take the case — the victim and his son went to the same junior high — but Andy promises he can be take the case and treat it fairly. Until…his own son is arrested for the murder and Andy is removed from the case.
And then the story follows what its like for Andy to be on the other side of the law for once. How the rest of the world turns against you, even if you might not be guilty, and just how far a parent will go to protect their child.
I’m not going to lie — I found this book tough to get through at times. As a parent, it contains all your worst nightmares. But Landay is a talented writer, and he makes the story so compelling, you have to get to the end to find out exactly what happens. And then you’ll have to sit for a few minutes to digest it all, because it isn’t pleasant for sure.
Its obvious to me that Landay has spent some time in Newton. His descriptions of the obnoxious Whole Foods market smack in the center of town made me laugh out loud. He has no love for the ugly and depressing Middlesex County Courthouse, where I’ve served as a juror. Yuck. And he chose to have the murder take place in the once lovely (and now overbuilt) park that was practically in my backyard (in fact, I’m pretty sure I can pinpoint exactly where the murder takes place, just steps from the front door of the house I grew up in!). But other than that, Newton is completely fictionalized. It seems that Landay went the route opposite of Ian Rankin — he fictionalized the bulk of Newton and its surroundings, yet kept the places that annoy and bother him. I guess Landay really has a bone to pick with Whole Foods.