From Publishers Weekly
Writing under her Vine pseudonym, Ruth Rendell offers another of her intriguing, multifaceted psychological suspense novels (The Chimney Sweeper's Boy and The Brimstone Wedding, etc.). The narrator here is Clodagh Brown, who, as a child growing up in Suffolk, loved climbing trees, then steeples and eventually pylons whose steel arms carried electricity across nearby fields. Resembling giant grasshoppers from a distance, close-up they embodied high-voltage, lethal danger; indeed, a teenage Clodagh survives a tragic accident involving a pylon and her first love, Daniel, before she leaves home at 19 for college in London. She finds classes boring, whereas walks through Victorian neighborhoods, with five-story row houses, decorative cornices and quaint chimneys, enchant her. Clodagh almost forgets the claustrophobic terrors she's suffered since childhood until she collapses in a pedestrian underpass and is rescued by an archetypal savior named Silver. On the top floor of his mostly absent parents' home, Silver provides a haven for a disparate group: exotic Wim, mentor to would-be roof climbers; Liv, who, after an accident, can't face descending to street level; and amoral Jonny, who interests Silver because he is "a real life burglar." Silver has a small trust fund, so he's free to cultivate "the habit of happiness." He and Clodagh fall in love, and both become intrepid midnight roof climbers. As youthful idealists, they determine to help a couple harassed by tabloids accusing them of kidnapping a child. Their ill-fated attempt leads to a terrifying climax. Although readers know that Clodagh, a beguiling heroine, has survived to become a successful electrical engineer, and is newly married, the story of her youthful adventures is enthralling, and the conundrums she faces in her life because of her love of heights make for an ingenious story told by a master of suspense.
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From Booklist
It isn't enough to say that when Ruth Rendell writes as Barbara Vine, she moves from detective stories to psychological suspense. Yes, the Vines are both psychological and suspenseful, but they are always something more as well. The characters are twisted in a hard-to-define but distinctly unsettling way; the plots circle around themselves, moving steadily closer to an inevitable but unpredictable cataclysm; and, above all, the building tension is internalized by both the characters and the reader. This time the story is told in flashback, as 31-year-old Clodagh Brown recalls the events of her twentieth year, when she and a group of friends, including the charismatic Silver, spent their time walking the roofs of London. Heights were always Clodagh's passion, and as we learn of her childhood fascination with climbing electrical pylons (and the tragedy that resulted), we know that her rooftop forays must lead to a similiar disaster. Like the other Vine novels, this one is more than simply multilayered; multiple meanings emerge as the layers move freely from forefront to background, crashing and receding like waves, building to a subtle yet powerful crescendo. Clodagh and her fellow roof-dwellers are, on one level, yet another group of freedom-craving young people, finding on the roof a sense of lawlessness that satisfies their unconventional spirits. And yet, as Clodagh comes to realize, life on the roof is not free of its own society, its own jealousies, and even its own evil. This is a coming-of-age novel but an intriguingly conflicted one; there is a touch of
Lord of the Flies pointing us one way, but there's also a dash of Jane Austen demanding equal time. How's that for psychological suspense?
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