Dan MalloryA.J. Finn, the conflicted depressive author, hits it on the head with this pulpy page-turner. We have an unreliable (Anna, alcoholic, drug-addicted) witness very much in the vein of "The girl on the train" that has experienced some serious trauma in her life and is now unable to face the outside world. She contents herself with endless drinking, taking care of her cat and spying on the neighbors. One night she witnesses something disturbing and all hell breaks loose. The structure of the mystery is not all that fascinating, we have an event and a series of evidence samples that would convince no-one because they are all produced by the drunken Anna and could have come from anywhere in her troubled mind. In order to discover the truth, Anna has to rely on the bits of outside world that come to her and has to muster a minimum of effort to stay alive.
Are there any problems with the book beyond the usual suspension of disbelief? Yes. For one, the language the characters use is very much the same. Everybody has the same fast-to-respond impertinent tone no matter the circumstance or the speaker. May be it's a New York thing but one would expect a bit more variety according to the different backgrounds. The sexual tension is a bit shoe-horned. The main character of Anna won't be to the liking to those who want responsible and smart adults to act as such. The ending is duly exhilarating but well, the best thrillers use the cleverness of the sleuth against the foe. This is not the case even though there's a slight attempt at psychological warfare. In conclusion, a fun read that goes fast and will keep the reader interested till the end but not particularly original.