by Eva Dolan
When you think about 'women of a certain age' in crime fiction who comes to mind? Miss Marple, Vera Stanhope...um, Jessica Fletcher...I'm struggling here. Because you know what? There just aren't that many of them.
One
of the most impressive books I read last year was Turn of Mind by
Alice LaPlante, an elegant novel about a sixtysomething woman with
Alzheimers who is accused of murdering her best friend.
Jennifer was a brilliant surgeon, a fiercely intelligent and spiky
character whose identity and memory is being slowly but irrevocably
broken apart. Through a fractured narrative we get glimpses of
who she was and we see how capable she is of murder. It's an
ambitious work, edging into literary fiction, but what really struck
me about it was the originality of having an older woman at the heart
of things.And I began to wonder why you don't see that more often in crime fiction. Despite women being the largest consumers of the genre and, judging by their presence at events, a loyal fanbase, they seem to stop being of interest to crime writers once they're too old to make a pretty victim or a - eugh - feisty investigator. They become hard faced senior coppers, the murdered teenager's saggy mother, and when they're pushed into background roles, there and gone in a couple of paragraphs, the language can get distinctly Medieval; do the words 'hag' and 'crone' really still have a place in contemporary fiction? Turns out they do. See also; housecoats and blue rinses.
It's common complaint that as you age you become invisible and right now that is the only way fiction is chiming with real life. But when I look at women of my mother's generation I see a lot of highly capable professionals, well put together and worldly; children of the sixties who broke free from the constraints their own mothers were bound by.
These are women we should be writing about. In the crime genre they're the women we're writing for and they deserve books which reflect their experience and intelligence rather than being treated as pieces of ugly plot furniture. Two authors who've done just that are the late A.S.A Harrison and Louise Doughty. Both stories could have been hung around women in their twenties or thirties - they suffer and enact the same betrayals after all - but these books share a heightened sense of jeopardy because their heroines are mature women with more to loose.
The
Silent Wife by A.S.A Harrison has been touted as this years Gone Girl
but it's actually a far more interesting book. Both deal with
the implosion of a marriage, both are structured around a 'him' and
'her' narrative, but that's where the similarities end. Jodi is
in her forties, a therapist who believes in accepting peoples flaws,
which is why she turns a blind eye to her property developer
partner's serial adultery. Until he falls in love with a much
younger woman who wants commitment. At first Jodi responds with
serene passivity, believing this affair is as meaningless as all the
others. But from the very beginning we know she will become a
killer and as Harrison describes the meticulous rituals of Jodi's
life and the play acting of a perfect marriage, we feel this threat
drawing ever closer, and know that eventually she will have to accept
her new status as the spurned woman and act accordingly. Even
if that means murder.
Louise
Doughty's Apple Tree Yard centres on woman who we meet in the dock at
The Old Bailey, on trial for a crime which appears to result from an
affair she's had with an unnamed man. Yvonne is an intriguing
heroine, a highly respected geneticist, married with two grown up
children, and at fifty-two she is the woman who seems to prove that
you can 'have it all.' The affair begins as a moment of
feverish impetuosity, a meeting of eyes, a dash to privacy, then
intense secret meetings followed by lonely, late night self-doubt,
but despite everything she stands to lose she can't stop, and the
spiral of temptation and destruction is laid out in a first person
narrative, which swings between clinical and febrile, speeding the
reader along to the final, nerve-shredding court scene where all
illusions will be stripped away. While a handful of books don't make a trend the authors I've mentioned prove that it's possible to craft compelling crime narratives around women in their forties, fifties and sixties and - for the mercenary minded out there - do so with real commercial success.
