Five Days by Douglas Kennedy
(Hutchinson $29.99)
It was only in retrospect that I truly got the point of Douglas Kennedy's latest novel. We're used to fire and action, even ghosts and murder from best-selling Kennedy. But at first this simple story seemed to meander on for too long, painting its portrait of a lacklustre, depressing American marriage.
No one appealed to me much. Certainly not the husband, definitely not the slightly spoiled American teenagers. The son is like his mother: creative, complicated and so sensitive he winds up in a psychiatric ward when his first girlfriend drops him. The daughter is apparently like her dad used to be before he lost his job. She's part of her high school cheerleading squad and is sleeping with the local sports jock in what appears to be a meeting of the bodies rather than the minds. I didn't even warm to Kennedy's relentlessly noble heroine, Laura, though his description of her work as a radio-grapher, searching out the secret world of cancer, was fascinating and chilling at the same time.
The cancer cases - will they be malignant or non-malignant? - also serve as a metaphor for the human story running alongside: basically that life is so bloody random.
Then, on Day Two, about 60 pages into the book, the pace and plot change. Laura meets a man who brings out a side of her that's been buried for decades. It's the funny side, the literary side, the side that makes her seem smarter than the radiographer mum she was playing at being before. At last she's human, having fun, showing her spirit.