A review by gerhard
No Night is Too Long by Barbara Vine, Ruth Rendell
2.0
One star lopped off automatically for that ending, which belongs in a torrid MM romance rather than in a fairly nuanced psychological thriller about obsessive love and its consequences.
Vine plays coquettishly with stereotypes about gay characters in fiction, from their unbridled lust to their latent murderous tendencies, but always remains in control of the material, no matter how melodramatic or purple the prose.
Until the last page, of course. And careful as she is in tying up all of the loose ends, there is at least one glaring omission in this carefully constructed house of pink cards.
Vine plays coquettishly with stereotypes about gay characters in fiction, from their unbridled lust to their latent murderous tendencies, but always remains in control of the material, no matter how melodramatic or purple the prose.
Until the last page, of course. And careful as she is in tying up all of the loose ends, there is at least one glaring omission in this carefully constructed house of pink cards.