A 1950's housewife goes missing from quiet Santa Monica, leaving behind her two young children and a bloodstain. The opening of this book is intriguing, there is a sense of the stifled lives of suburban housewives in the 1950's who don't work and have "help" in the form of black housekeepers to do the housework. There are hints of tension in the household of the missing woman, whose husband doesn't like her watering the flowers when she has her period. She contemplates taking a pill to help her get through the day. There's a very Stepford Wives/Valley of the Dolls vibe going on. So what mystery lurks under the picture perfect facade?
I liked the cover, it gives off the right amount of incongruity. Here's a lovely sunny kitchen, where something bad happened! Or did it? And are the police correct with their immediate (and racist) assumption that the black housekeeper is responsible for whatever crime has taken place? I can't wait to read the rest of this book and find out.
I liked the cover, it gives off the right amount of incongruity. Here's a lovely sunny kitchen, where something bad happened! Or did it? And are the police correct with their immediate (and racist) assumption that the black housekeeper is responsible for whatever crime has taken place? I can't wait to read the rest of this book and find out.