How Will I Know You?
Grand Central Publishing, August 2017
From the publisher: On a December day in upstate New York, the body of high school senior Joy Enright is found in the woods at the edge of a frozen pond. An autopsy reveals that her death was not simply a tragic accident – – the teenager’s body shows unmistakable signs of murder. The discovery upends an otherwise quiet small town. As the investigation unfolds, four characters tell the story from widely divergent perspectives: Susanne, Joy’s mother, tries to reconcile past betrayals with their painful consequences; Martin, a black artist, faces ostracism when blame is cast on him; Tom, a rescue diver, doubts both the police and his own perceptions; and the hopelessly awkward Harper, Joy’s best friend, tries to figure out why Joy disappeared from Harper’s life months before she actually went missing. As a web of deceit comes to light in a tiny community where there are few secrets, How Will I Know You? explores how easily boundaries can be breached and how seemingly small choices can escalate – – with fatal consequences.
In fascinating manner, the book’s sections are separated into “Before;” “After;” quite near the end of the novel “During;” and, about a dozen pages before the final page, “After – – The Last,” June 9, 2014. “Before” (initially May 14, 2009, then jumping to September 7th, then to October 22nd and then the 31st) and “After,” initially December 7th, quite obviously, refer to the time periods before and after Joy’s murder, on the 1st Sunday of December; “During” describing, in manner to keep the reader glued to the pages, the murder itself. The reader doesn’t discover the significance of the book’s title until nearly one-third of the way through the book: It was apparently Suzanne’s question of her husband, Gil, before their first date.
Early on, in the pages after December 7th, and then again in the earlier time frames of May 14, 2009 and, later, October 22nd and 31st and later still, in the “After” pages, the tale is related for long stretches in first person by Martin Willett, the black man initially arrested in the case (At one point during these pages, in mid-November, he muses “. . . now that I’ve come to the end of it, I’m no closer to understanding what might have happened than I was when I began.” Abut mid-way into the novel, p.o.v. is that of Tom, son-in-law of the [interim] police chief, Doug, thought of by many as “Tom Carbone, the dumb jock, married to [Alison,] a teacher,” and the kindest way in which Doug thought of him. And towards the very end, in the “During” section, p.o.v. is that of Joy, most interestingly.
The characters presented in these pages are each very well-drawn, regardless of their generation or race. I found Martin most fascinating, as well as his art: I had never before even been aware of “hyperreal art” or the work of “high realists.” The pages seemed to fly by, until one has reached the end and realize how perfectly the author has brought the suspenseful tale to its conclusion. The novel is, obviously, recommended.
Reviewed by Gloria Feit, September 2017.