The Blue Hour
A Novel
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4,5 • 2 Bewertungen
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A GOOD MORNING AMERICA BOOK CLUB PICK
AN INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
"A taut, slow-burning thriller." -Boston Globe
"Truly exceptional." – Liz Moore, New York Times bestselling author of The God of the Woods
Welcome to Eris: an island with only one house, one inhabitant, one way out. Unreachable from the Scottish mainland for twelve hours each day.
Once home to Vanessa: A famous artist whose notoriously unfaithful husband disappeared twenty years ago.
Now home to Grace: A solitary creature of the tides, content in her own isolation.
But when a shocking discovery is made in an art gallery far away in London, a visitor comes calling.
And the secrets of Eris threaten to emerge....
A masterful novel that is as page-turning as it is unsettling, The Blue Hour recalls the sophisticated suspense of Shirley Jackson and Patricia Highsmith and cements Hawkins’s place among the very best of our most nuanced and stylish storytellers.
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This predictable offering from bestseller Hawkins (The Girl on the Train) centers on an enigmatic artist, her socially awkward companion, and a lifelong fan of her work. In the present, a Tate Modern retrospective of late painter Vanessa Chapman is cut short when a forensics expert notices that an apparent animal bone in one of her sculptures is actually a human rib bone. James Becker, an employee at the foundation that manages her estate, tries to settle the matter by heading to Eris Island, where Chapman lived for the last decade of her life, and interviewing her companion there, Grace Haswell. Hanging in the air is the 20-year-old disappearance of Vanessa's husband, Julian, whose body was never found; rumors swirl in the press that the rib bone may have belonged to him. As James and Grace bond over their love for Vanessa, flashbacks illuminate Julian's fate and the precise nature of Vanessa and Grace's relationship. Hawkins manages few surprises and fewer insights into her characters, resulting in a narrative that's curiously uninvolving even as her skills as a stylist are on full display. This fails to add up to more than the sum of its parts.
