Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Dismantled by Jennifer McMahon (blog tour)

Book Details:

Hardcover: 432 pages
Publisher: Harper; 1 edition (June 16, 2009)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0061689335


What I Thought:

This was interesting...It had the air of a thriller, a mystery, and a suspense novel. I liked the storyline of the book...seeing what happened to this group of people after college and how they dealt with the choices they made at that time.

The twisted relationships presented in the book really made for a psychological type read. It was one of those "Is this really happening or is it all in their head" type things.

The ending was surprising and not at all what I expected.

MY only complaint was that I thought some of the descriptive passages could have been cut down. Other than that I had no major problems and thought Dismantled made a nice read.

Oh and totally irrelevant, but I think the cover is awesome!


About The Book:

(from author's website)

Dismantlement = Freedom

Henry, Tess, Winnie and Suz banded together in college to form the Compassionate Dismantlers. Following the first rule of their manifesto – “To understand the nature of a thing, it must be taken apart” – these daring misfits spend the summer after graduation in a remote cabin in the Vermont woods committing acts of meaningful vandalism, and plotting elaborate, sometimes dangerous, pranks. But everything changes when one particularly twisted experiment ends in Suz’s death and the others decide to cover it up.

Nearly a decade later, Henry and Tess are living just an hour’s drive from the old cabin. Each are desperate to move on from the summer of the Dismantlers, but the past isn’t ready to let them go. When a victim of their past pranks commits suicide – apparently triggered by a mysterious Dismantler-style postcard – it sets off a chain of eerie events that threatens to engulf Henry, Tess, and their precocious nine-year-old daughter Emma. Is there someone who wants to reveal their secrets? Is it possible that Suz did not really die – or has she somehow found a way back?



(also from author's website)

“Dismantlement equals freedom.”

Suz is there, whispering the words in his ear, each syllable hot and twisted. She’s glowing, radiant, still twenty-one and burning with the fierce need to fuck up the world. The dead don’t age.He finishes the knot, his hands steady, without the slightest tremble, then climbs onto the chair and throws the rope up over one of the beams in the kitchen. Old, hand-hewn beams his builder rescued from a salvage yard. They’d reminded him of Vermont. Of the cabin near the lake.

In his mind, he goes back ten years, sees Suz coming up the path, stepping into the clearing, pole in one hand, string of fish in the other: bass, sunfish, trout. They glisten like jewels, strung on the braided nylon rope she’s carefully looped through their mouths and gills. Suz’s walk is a dance, her movements fluid, the silk tunic she wears flutters around her, making it seem as if the wind itself is carrying her, buoying her along like a kite.

She winks at him.

He loves her.

He hates her.

He doesn’t want to be here, but there’s no way he could ever leave. Once you’re in her orbit, it’s impossible to pull yourself away. The others gather around as she lays the fish out on the table to clean them. She pulls the trout off the braided rope, lays it flat on newspaper, and slides the knife in, slitting it open along its belly from gills to vent. The fish opens its mouth, sucking at air. Suz smiles, showing crooked teeth, pushes her fingers gently inside the fish, widening the opening with her hand. The skin stretches; the movement of her fingers produces a wet, tearing sound.“To understand the nature of a thing, it must be taken apart,” Suz says, tugging out a string of entrails, sticky and shimmering with rainbows, like oil on a puddle.


“You never really got it, did you, babycakes?” he hears her whisper in his ear. “No,” he tells her, slipping the rope around his neck, pulling the postcard from his pocket to look at one last time. “But I do now.”

He steps off the chair.

The postcard falls from his hand, drifts to the floor in slow motion, turning: moose, words, moose, words --until it lands, the carefully printed words facing up, the last thing he sees before losing consciousness:


1 comment:

  1. I'm so glad you enjoyed this one (other than the minor wordiness) - it sound like a great book to read when you're home alone ... or not. :)

    Thank for being a part of the tour!