and liked it.
I’ve been a fan since her first novel, Sharp Objects, which was a twisted novel about a twisted family. Next was Dark Places, which was a sort of 1980s Gothic, all Bruce Springsteen and Farm Aid, with a shot of John Cougar Mellencamp thrown in for good measure.
Gone Girl revolves around a story that’s unfortunately familiar: Pretty wife goes missing. Husband doesn’t seem all that upset, but maybe he’s in shock. Sure, that’s it. Oh wait, he has a much younger mistress. Wait some more: the wife was pregnant. Still wait: the wife and hubby were having money troubles.
Then there’s this purple-nurple-delivered-by-a-second-grade-bully-twist in the tale about three-quarters (maybe less) in, and whoever you were rooting for in the book (husband Nick or wife Amy), it might make you switch sides.
The book’s told from two different perspectives: Nick and Amy, both in the first person, and it works great, especially after The Big Reveal (the purple nurple twist) that I won’t ruin here.
I’ve been on a roll since reading/suffering Julie Powell’s Cleaving. Nothing like a meh book to inspire you to read better books. It’s like watching/suffering Batman and Robin (damn you, George Clooney and your bat nipples!) and then going on a marathon viewing of Chris Nolan’s Batman movies (countdown to The Dark Knight Rises: 9 days).