I had high expectations of Saint Of The Narrows Street. It has a great author and some fab ingredients. In the end, however, I left it feeling slightly disappointed.
The opening drips with atmosphere and character, carrying the heavy stamp of Brooklyn. A View From A Bridge came to mind, the claustrophobic apartment that is a family home wonderfully drawn. Inside it, a young mother and her sister mind a child, awaiting the return of the youngster's aggressive and unpredictable father. Said father has a gun and a lover. The kitchen is full of knives. It's never going to end well.
From the incident framing the opening, the story unfolds with guilt and darkness seeping in and rotting away at the insides of all involved. There's a body to dispose of, there are those keen to find out what happened and there's a child who is disconnected from his foundations.
Stripping it back to its basics, there's a solid story in there. What held it back for me were the references and stories of the neighbourhood, all surrounding people with interesting names, possibly there to add flavour, but for me detracting from the main drivers. I can't quite put my finger on why, but I gradually lost emotional engagement with those involved, which meant the outcomes had less power than I feel they could/should have been.
I suspect I'm in the minority on this one as it's been very well received. If you're into lots of life-on-the-streets gangster nostalgia, you'll probably dig it and the opening is worth the entry fee so it might well be worth taking a chance.
Crime, it is. Crime And Punishment, maybe not.
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