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“Over time, the ghosts of things that happened start to turn distant; once they've cut you a couple of million times, their edges blunt on your scar tissue, they wear thin. The ones that slice like razors forever are the ghosts of things that never got the chance to happen.”—Tara French - Broken Harbor
“The smell of the sea swept over the wall and in through the empty window-hole, wide and wild with a million intoxicating secrets. I don't trust that smell. It hooks us somewhere deeper than reason or civilization, in the fragments of our cells that rocked in oceans before we had minds, and it pulls till we follow mindlessly as rutting animals. When I was a teenager, that smell used to set me boiling, spark my muscles like electricity, bounce me off the wall of the caravan till my parents sprang me free to obey the call, bounding after whatever tantalizing once-in-a-lifetimes it promised. Now I know better. That smell is bad medicine. It lures us to leap off high cliffs, fling ourselves on towering waves, leave behind everyone we love and face into thousands of miles of open water for the sake of what might be on the far shore. ”—Tana French, Broken Harbor.
“Only teenagers think boring is bad. Adults, grown men and women who’ve been around the block a few times, know that boring is a gift straight from God. Life has more than enough excitement up its sleeve, ready to hit you with as soon as you’re not looking, without you adding to the drama.”
“I'm the least fanciful guy around, but on nights when I wonder whether there was any point to my day, I think about this: the first thing we ever did, when we started turning into humans, was draw a line across the cave door and say: Wild stays out. What I do is what the first men did. They built walls to keep back the sea. They fought the wolves for the hearth fire. ”—Tana French, Broken Harbor.
“I really don't believe in this borderline that exists between genre fiction and literature. It shouldn't be an either-or situation." ”—Tana French, in an interview about her recent detective novel Broken Harbour
“Various therapists and psychiatrists have diagnosed various things along the way, but what it comes down to is that Dina is no good at life. It takes a knack that she’s never quite got hold of. She can fake it for months at a stretch, sometimes even a year, but it takes concentration like she’s tightrope walking, and in the end she always wobbles and goes flying.”
Three great new books, by three great authors at the top of their game:
The Round House by Louise Erdrich.
Broken Harbor by Tana French.
Dorchester Terrace by Anne Perry.
I can think of few things as satisfying as picking up a book by an author you already love, and the book being everything you want it to be (outside of the cold crunchy-smush of a recently-sliced watermelon). These three were exactly that. I read them in quick succession and was so spoiled that I am now living on bad YA novels about rich teenagers and seasons 4 and 5 of the X-Files until their spell wears off.