The Woman in Cabin 10

by Ruth Ware

...nothing short of divine intervention would save me, and I’d had bad luck enough these past few days to make me think that if there was a God up there, he didn’t like me very much.

I was not a fan of the one other book I read by Ruth Ware, The Death of Mrs. Westaway. I was generous in giving that one 3 stars. I’m not going to go into the details of this mystery/thriller except to say that it’s about an unstable young woman on a private cruise who thinks she witnesses a murder in the next cabin. Except the cabin was supposed to be empty and there is no evidence that there was ever any such person on the ship. Kind of like Alfred Hitchcock’s The Lady Vanishes. This one though, I thought was a pretty good part mystery part thriller. I didn’t guess what was going on until it was revealed. It was a good little surprise, and there were more surprises to come. The main bad guy/girl made sense as did the motive. I was constantly going back and forth revisiting characters and timelines, which wasn’t exactly something in the book’s favor. There were a lot of characters/suspects and the timeline was somewhat confusing. If I had listened to it on audible, I would have been completely lost. Some have compared it to Agatha Christie, and I understand that, as there is a large pool of suspects in a confined space. Who is the killer? Who is the victim? What is the motive? We’re pretty sure our heroine, Lo, did witness a murder even though she was not firing on all 4 cylinders at the time (or, let’s face it, what would be the point?). It was also a thriller as our heroine’s life is in danger, nobody believes her, and threatening things continue to occur, mostly in the form of evidence disappearing, no safe place to be had, and no way to communicate with the sane safe world. At one point, life-threatening danger moves from vague and suspected, to immediate, sure, and certain. I loved the ending and the twists at the end though it was always a hoped-for possibility.

I didn’t really love the heroine, but she improves after she stops drinking. Before that, I almost put it down because I have read too many stories with female alcoholics as the main character. They are hard to avoid. Maybe I should make more of an effort. Even sober however she is not the crispiest chip in the bag. There is a lot of dwelling on her sufferings as well which got tiresome, mainly because they were mostly of her own making. Not that she was entirely without some gumption and smarts. A lot of unanswered questions and things that did not make sense or pass the sniff test have been noted. I did not have a lot of problems with the plot, but I will mention two things that bothered me. A lot turns on Lo borrowing someone’s mascara. Who borrows someone’s mascara let alone a complete stranger’s? The other problem was the identity of one of the two bodies found. An identifying characteristic* proves the body is one person and one person only but then it turns out to be not that person, and the identifying characteristic that was false is not explained. So that was a big no-no.

The ending made up for a lot though, and it was a clever premise. And the writing mostly kept me engaged. I appreciated the flashes of humor in this one which were singularly lacking in “Westaway.” However, if she hasn’t already, Ms. Ware should try harder to plug up inconsistencies and make things just a little more air-tight. Mysteries are inevitably going to be scrutinized, and they need to stand up and bear it. It wouldn’t be that hard. The mascara thing might take some thought though.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

*Spoiler*

*(head shorn, not bald)

The Death of Mrs. Westaway

by Ruth Ware

Due to the number of Gothics I read in my youth, this novel did not hold very many thrills, chills or surprises for me. I guessed most of the main mysteries very much ahead of poor Hal, our heroine, and all except one of them before the big reveals. And as far as Gothics go, it wasn’t a very good one. It had no romance or humor to sweeten the pot. Hal was a disappointment. It started off like I would really like her but she was so stupid, despite her constantly telling us how good she was at her skills, that at one point I suspected her of being an unreliable narrator. It is so lame when authors say a character is one thing, like clever, or witty, or charming, but they don’t talk or act how they are described.

“Fuck.” It was out before she had considered it, and she bit her lip. The word was not in keeping with the image she was trying to present to the Westaways—meek, unassuming little Harriet, butter wouldn’t melt. Swearing wasn’t part of the deal, and she felt as cross with herself as if she’d sworn at a client. The pink on her cheeks was real, though it was a flush of annoyance at her own unguardedness, rather than shame.

She makes lots of slip-ups like this. It was full of stock gothic characters and situations. I’m giving it 3 stars, generously, because it kept me reading, hoping for a shocker or an emotional jolt. But no. At least it did not have a tragic ending, but what happened to her mother before the book started was extremely sad.**3 stars out of 5**

Rating: 3 out of 5.

June 5, 2019