Monday, January 14, 2013
The Secret Keeper
Who can resist a secret? In novels they are often what keep us spooling through the pages to the point where all the pieces fall into place and the mystery is revealed.
Australian writer Kate Morton’s latest novel, The Secret Keeper (A&U, $39.99) is a cleverly plotted puzzle with a deep, dark family secret at its centre that teases the reader along for nearly 600 pages.
The story shifts between the Second World War, the early 1960s and the present. It opens in a rambling farmhouse in rural England where Laurel Nicolson is having an idyllic childhood until the summer’s day she witnesses her mother Dorothy stab a stranger to death in their garden with the knife that’s usually reserved for slicing up birthday cakes. The man is dismissed as an intruder and Dorothy’s actions self defence. But years later, when Laurel is a celebrated actress and her mother old and dying, the mystery of what she saw that day begins to haunt her and she resolves to try and uncover the truth.
Morton’s previous best-selling historical fiction has centred on aristocratic families and grand houses, so in a sense The Secret Keeper is a departure. What hasn’t changed is her ability to pile on colour and detail without slowing the story too much.
She brings to life Dorothy’s wartime years, the young photographer who courts her and the intriguing heiress whose friendship she longs for. Characters are keenly observed and beautifully drawn, places conjured up, eras brought to life vividly.
While the lavish layering of detail is what makes Morton’s writing so evocative there are times she overdoes it. Did I really need to know that the librarian in New College who helps Laurel locate some important papers is doing a one-year traineeship before undertaking an MA - no I don’t think so.
The downside of over-abundant detail is that it lengthens the book so much that by the time the secret is revealed – and it’s a goody – some of the odd little clues the author has seeded in along the way are likely to have been forgotten. I found myself flicking back through the pages to tie off an end left loose because I couldn’t recall the incident Morton was referring to.
That aside, this generational saga has all the ingredients of a bewitching summer read – there is great passion and tragedy, lies, betrayal and heartache, all bound up in the secret Laurel delves into.
The play of the past on the present is a staple plot for Morton still, four books in she continues to keep it fresh. There is something almost comfortingly old-fashioned about her writing, reminiscent of authors like Rosamund Pilcher and Mary Stewart. She knows how to tell a story at a gentle yet still compelling pace and how to fit together a mystery without giving away its ultimate twist.
Some fans of her previous work might struggle with the beginning of The Secret Keeper as the various strands of the story seem so disparate that it gives the book a choppy feel, but it all folds together so brilliantly in the end it's worth staying with it.