Review by Nicky Pellegrino
It’s the
grittiness of Marian Keyes’ novels that has always separated them from the rest
of the chick lit pack. In the past she has tackled serious themes like
addiction and physical abuse, always managing to maintain the perfect balance
of dark and light. Her stories are funny and sad; her characters feel like
friends, her writing is sparky and entertaining.
But the topic of
her latest book cuts close to the bone for much-loved Irish writer Keyes who
since 2009 has been suffering from acute depression. For a while she couldn’t
get out of bed never mind write fiction and when she did return to work it was
to produce a novel that explores the mental illness she continues to suffer.
The Mystery Of Mercy Close (Michael Joseph, $38) is a comic mystery that takes
in Ireland’s economic breakdown as well as reflecting Keyes’ nervous one. That
sounds like a lot of dark and not much potential for light so I was concerned
the author might have lost her magic touch.
Another in Keyes’
occasional Walsh family series, this is the story of youngest sister Helen
Walsh, a private detective whose work has dried up and whose life is falling
apart. She’s had to move back in with her parents because she can’t afford to
pay her mortgage, worse there are disturbing signs her problems with depression
are returning.
Then Helen lands a
case to investigate. Her slimy ex-boyfriend Jay pops up to ask her to track
down Wayne Diffney, the missing member of boy band Laddz, so they can get back
together for a lucrative series of reunion gigs. The trouble is Wayne seems to
have disappeared off the face of the earth and Helen, who has few leads, spends
most of her investigation time lying on the floor of his house.
There’s no doubt
that the descriptions of Helen’s depression are authentic and based largely on
Keyes’ own experience. “I felt like I’d been poisoned,” she writes. “Like my
brain was squirting out dirty brown toxins, polluting everything.”
Yes, it’s very
dark as Helen recounts her suicide attempts and her stay in a psychiatric ward;
her struggle to find “anti-mad pills” that work, the mess and pain inside her
head. There are sections where it feels as if Keyes is talking directly to the
reader, trying to make us understand her sickness, and as you read it’s
difficult to put the author aside completely which isn’t ideal in any sort of
fiction.
The saving grace
is that, while Keyes may feel as if she’s been losing her mind over the past
few years, she hasn’t lost her trademark humour. Somehow she’s managed to make
a novel about depression as hilarious as it is meaningful. While the mystery
that’s central to the plot isn’t especially energising – who really cares
whether they find the boy band member or not – and the love story only a side
dish, Helen Walsh’s voice is funny, vulnerable and real.
Fans of Keyes –
and there are millions of them – may not pick The Mystery Of Mercy Close as their favourite of her novels but I’m
willing to bet they won’t be disappointed by it either. And while sufferers of
depression won’t find any answers here, they will be rewarded by an entertaining
story that accurately and originally describes the way they feel.
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