TARTAN NOIR: Novels by Denise Mina
Originally published in the "Record Review" as one in an ongoing series, "My Reading Life" by Elinore Standard
Works Mentioned: "Garnethill," "Exile," "Resolution," by Denise Mina.
Novels by Ian Rankin and Ken Bruen. "Prime Suspect," by Lynda LaPlante.
Novels by Ian Rankin and Ken Bruen. "Prime Suspect," by Lynda LaPlante.
OK,
You return home so drunk you fail to notice your murdered married lover, tied
to a kitchen chair, cut up and bleeding all over your living room floor. You
sleep in an alcoholic coma and the next morning, you can’t really explain much
to the cops who figure you as the prime suspect. The murder weapon is found in
the bottom of the closet where you once hid yourself for hours, until your drug
dealer brother discovered you and carried you off to the loony bin. Yes, an
alibi will be a little tough to manufacture and your mental health history and
current bad temper won’t help.
Meet
Maureen O’Donnell, protagonist and central character of “Garnethill,” “Exile”
and “Resolution” a trilogy by Denise Mina set in Glasgow, Scotland. Maureen is
one of those edgy characters we cannot love. We want to tell her to get a grip
and clean up the blood spot left on the living room floorboards. She needs to
stop chain smoking and for heaven sake, ease up on the booze and eat something
that for a change isn’t dripping grease. She deals contraband cigarettes in a
flea market there being little employment in the art history game, and due
mainly to her congenital crossness, she has a lot of trouble in the human
relationships department.
Book
reviews are fond of using the word “pluck” about female characters, and this is
one who overqualifies. Although people hate her and several want to kill her,
she survives. She has survived neglect and poverty and the worst kind of abuse.
It is the childhood abuse by her own father that has haunted her into her
mid-twenties. It is this cruelty that precipitated the breakdown that put her
in the bottom of the closet. And it is the stigma of having been a mental
patient that follows her every step, along with the spectre of her father,
returning to claim her once again. If you ever want a picture of a young
person’s struggle to establish independence and identity and sanity in the face
of unbelievable odds, these novels by Denise Mina will provide it.
Mina
(who says a woman can’t do hard-boiled?) will be compared with Ian Rankin,
whose seedy Inspector Rebus works
in Edinborough and Ken Bruen, whose
destructive ex-cop Jack Taylor novels are set mainly in Galway, Ireland.
Mina can also be compared with Lynda LaPlante, author of graphic mysteries
including “Prime Suspect” a novel later made into a TV series starring Helen
Mirren.
All four are
terrific writers and, if you can stand the gloom, they capture an underclass
and describe lives on the margin so graphically it hurts. After slogging
through Mina’s damp, grim streets and housing projects of Glasgow and listening
to regional dialect sometimes needing subtitles, we emerge wanting some country
air and maybe a nice, hot bath.
Unlike
other works in this genre, these three Mina novels although qualifying as
mystery/thrillers, feature a snoopy young woman with something to prove instead
of a private eye or a detective. Maureen just can’t leave things alone. She is
about the most stubborn of literary characters and she is also about the most
intelligent. Mina has made us love the unlovable and has given us Maureen and
her brother, Liam, her motorcycle-driving friend, Leslie, her supremely
dysfunctional family, and a large cast of memorable minor characters that live
on in imagination long after we’ve stopped reading.
The
most interesting thing they do is to cast brilliantly the crazies, the junkies
and the alkies. Usually, these are minor characters, set into a story to
contrast with the major ones. Mina makes them all real. She gives them inner
lives and insight. She gives them dimension and power and this, I think, is
unusually difficult and daring for a writer in a genre that is not always taken
too seriously.
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