“Belonging’s two things. One who gives and one who accepts what’s given. You don’t belong to me because I can’t accept you. I can’t give you anything back.”
This thriller tells the story of Frederick, obsessed with Miranda, an art student, decides to kidnap her.
This book has a first-person narrative, through Frederick in the first part and in the second by Miranda’s point of view.
I couldn’t help to compare the narrative and main character to Lolita’s, where we can’t trust what the narrator is telling us (excuses, facts, etc.)
The autor puts our critical judgement to test by forcing us to accept or reject Frederick’s actions.
All what Fred wants is love?
There we see an irony where we can’t interpret an abduction as a love.
Then comes the Miranda’s POV, through her diary.
When we start feeling sorry or any kind of sympathy for Fred, Miranda’s diary makes you change your mind.
Fred’s actions aren’t excusable, justifiable in any way, that can be seen in Miranda suffering.
In this book we accompany social status comparisons and also what an abduction victim goes through, all of this expertly portrayed by the author.
Finishing this book, I felt kind of disappointed, but over time I realised what a tremendous book this is. This is the father of all thrillers involving psychopaths.
Masterfully written, deprived of plot twists but still creepy.
I read The Butterfly Garden and I can’t but feel that was based on this book… There are so many similarities. But while The Butterfly Garden focuses more on the explicit, and this one more on inner suffering, other than physical. Both perpetrators have different goals with the abductions.
It’s a banal example of Fowles work, where americanisation can be seen.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
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