Once again, it's October, and I'm trying to read spooky stuff for the season, particularly spooky stuff I have in my library I never got around to reading. Which brings us to The Unforgiven, by Patricia J. MacDonald, who it looks has had a decent career in spite of this pulpy mass market rack book.
This doesn't do full justice for the cut out face behind the cover.
We open on one Maggie Fraser, who is currently serving 12 years in a women's pen for allegedly murdering her married lover. While Maggie claims innocence, her mom's nun buddy Sister Dolerita insists that Maggie needs to confess her sin unless she wants to burn in eternal damnation. Maggie is also being harassed by the other women in the prison, which might explain why our introduction to her ends with Maggie drinking a bottle of disinfectant to try to kill herself.
Sadly, she survives, and we join her on a ferry to Heron's Neck, a city and island in the Massachusetts Bay. Seems she's been corresponding with the owner of the local paper, who wants her to come work for him after she gets released. We get more of an impression of her wilting violet impersonation as she sees two kids torment a tortoise as she disembarks. She gets to the paper office the next day to find out the man she's been talking to is out of town on business, but Jess, who runs the paper, keeps her on and puts her to work over the objections of Grace and to a lesser degree, Evy.
Most of the first half is Maggie finding a place to stay, lying to everyone about her background, and getting serious about Jess, who wants to date her. We do know someone is stalking her, but for the most part, there's very little interaction there. A moved perfume bottle, someone staring at Maggie trying on dresses, a missing pocket book... Enough that you expect this is a gaslighting tale from 1981. Not so. About halfway through, we find out who the stalker is, although it takes a bit longer to find out the motives. (It should be fairly obvious, since there's really like only one other character who could have conceivably put razor sharp glass in the apple pie.) This does mean we spend the first half of the last half waiting for everyone to catch up with the narrative.
Eventually, everything gets resolved, although the resolution after the climax felt a bit hurried and abrupt. Like there are some major plot threads that got resolved by a sentence in a telephone call, and frankly, the killer's motives wind up making even less sense when a left field reveal happens during the climax.
While this does fall more under thriller than horror, it was a fun distraction. Not great, but amusing.





