When I first
heard about The True Detective, I was very excited to read it. The book was
described as a literary true crime novel and was compared to Truman Capote’s In
Cold Blood. Having read In Cold Blood fairly recently, I still had its
hauntingly good prose and timeless story on my mind. I enjoyed In Cold Blood so
much, I was eager to read something as suspenseful and impactful, but I’m not
sure that The True Detective lived up to the task.
The True
Detective is about a child abduction that occurs in a small town in Maine. The
plot line is simultaneously driven by the stories of the abductor and abductee,
and the sheriff and child's family in search of the perpetrator and his victim.
While In Cold Blood is a literary account of noteworthy actual events, The True
Detective is literary fiction of plausible events. And, while Truman Capote
methodically captures the timeless themes of fear, violation, and guilt that
resound as much today as when the book was written, Theodore Weesner does not
succeed in conveying the universality of the issues of family, race, and
honesty that he incorporates throughout the text. This failure may be in part
due to my impressions that Weesner’s characters are often reduced to
stereotypes—possibly the most interesting character, the detective, is typified
as a portly, small town lawman with a heart of gold. Instead of feeling like I
was reading a classic, I felt like I was reading an artifact of what would have
been timely and sensational at the time it was written—the way someone might
feel about the racier parts of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo in thirty years,
which probably won’t seem racy at all by then.
As should be apparent, my
main problem with The True Detective is based on its comparison to In Cold
Blood—a comparison that, for me, it failed to live up to. In its own right,
however, The True Detective was not a bad book. With the exception of the
unbearably confusing and lengthy attempt at character development in Part I (I
maintain that if these 100 pages or so were simply cut, the book would begin
with a much more engaging narrative strategy and the best parts of the novel
would be preserved), I was truly compelled to keep reading the
story. It was similar to the experience of getting sucked into a Lifetime movie or a Law & Order marathon, and depending
on your tastes, these are not necessarily bad things. At the very least, this
story serves as a reminder of why we should all teach children not to get into
cars with strangers. At most, this book is a steady thriller that keeps you
invested in the physical and emotional welfare of all the characters.
Weesner, Theodore. The True Detective. 1987. New York: Astor + Blue Editions, LLC, 2012.