Hannah Greendale (Hello, Bookworm)'s Reviews > Tangerine
Tangerine
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Hannah Greendale (Hello, Bookworm)'s review
bookshelves: giveaways, thriller, adult, fiction
Feb 07, 2018
bookshelves: giveaways, thriller, adult, fiction
It is 1956, and Alice Shipley has found refuge from her past in Tangier. She’s nearly able to forget about the night a horrible incident altered the course of her life. But an unexpected visit from Lucy Mason – her college roommate who witnessed the event – threatens to expose the truth. Alice is sure she can withstand a brief visit, but the longer Lucy stays, the more Alice suffers from a familiar sense of uncertainty: Either she can’t trust Lucy, or she can’t trust her own mind.
Tangerine’s cover clenches it. The black and white Fifties-era photograph with a pop of acid green that hints at something sour, something off. The frail woman clothed in virtuous white, shielding her eyes against the oppressive sunlight. The shadow of a palm tree in the background, reaching for her like a clawed hand. And the Hitchcockian vibes that scream, “Thriller!” Is it any wonder Tangerine got bumped to the top of Mount TBR?
It’s immediately clear from Tangerine’s opening pages that Mangan’s writing style has a soft, almost feminine quality. It’s delicate yet concise, particularly when it alludes to Alice’s and Lucy’s mental state. Alice suffers from nervous anxiety that manifests, as she describes it, as “a pressure, a grip, one that felt as though it would strangle me, for surely it possessed enough strength, enough power.”* Lucy suffers from a similar “nervous condition,”* one that, as a child, made her prone to phantom pain.
In addition to frayed nerves, Alice and Lucy have something else in common: a secret. The first half of Tangerine hinges on this shared secret – some mysterious incident from their past. Both women are aware of what happened, but neither of them will speak of it. “I decided that something was certainly amiss,” Lucy says upon seeing Alice again for the first time in over a year. “I could feel it for it seemed to fill the very room around us, crackling and sizzling, calling out to be noticed.”*
Though the dialogue is sharp and biting, it’s the unsaid that hits hardest. Tension simmers beneath the surface, and the truth lies hidden between the lines. Unfortunately, Mangan lazily bats at tension with as much enthusiasm as an obese cat. Her application of pressure is so apathetic that the narrative begins to stall. By the midpoint it’s downright stagnant. The story fails to build toward anything. The reveal, and what follows, is limp at best.
Early reviewers have drawn parallels between Tangerine and books by Gillian Flynn – a comparison that’s just laughable. Repeat: This book in no way mirrors the breathless tension and skillfully woven plots found in Gillian Flynn’s novels.
Equally frustrating is the narrative perspective. Chapters alternate between the first-person perspective of Alice and of Lucy. Though both women are quite different – Alice demure and trembling, Lucy cunning and independent – nothing distinguishes their narrative voices from one another.
Fortunately, some momentum is regained in the final quarter of the book. The easy flow of Mangan’s writing style carries Alice and Lucy to an unexpected conclusion – one that will appeal to some and irritate others.
Tangerine would have made a swell film in the 1950’s but, as a book released in modern times, is too subtle and uneventful to have any lingering effect.
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*Note: All quotes taken from an Advanced Readers Copy.
Special thanks to Ecco for providing a free ARC of Tangerine in exchange for an honest review.
Tangier and Lucy were the same, I thought. Both unsolvable riddles that refused to leave me in peace. And I had tired of it – of not knowing, of always feeling as though I were on the outside of things, just on the periphery.*
Tangerine’s cover clenches it. The black and white Fifties-era photograph with a pop of acid green that hints at something sour, something off. The frail woman clothed in virtuous white, shielding her eyes against the oppressive sunlight. The shadow of a palm tree in the background, reaching for her like a clawed hand. And the Hitchcockian vibes that scream, “Thriller!” Is it any wonder Tangerine got bumped to the top of Mount TBR?
It’s immediately clear from Tangerine’s opening pages that Mangan’s writing style has a soft, almost feminine quality. It’s delicate yet concise, particularly when it alludes to Alice’s and Lucy’s mental state. Alice suffers from nervous anxiety that manifests, as she describes it, as “a pressure, a grip, one that felt as though it would strangle me, for surely it possessed enough strength, enough power.”* Lucy suffers from a similar “nervous condition,”* one that, as a child, made her prone to phantom pain.
In addition to frayed nerves, Alice and Lucy have something else in common: a secret. The first half of Tangerine hinges on this shared secret – some mysterious incident from their past. Both women are aware of what happened, but neither of them will speak of it. “I decided that something was certainly amiss,” Lucy says upon seeing Alice again for the first time in over a year. “I could feel it for it seemed to fill the very room around us, crackling and sizzling, calling out to be noticed.”*
Though the dialogue is sharp and biting, it’s the unsaid that hits hardest. Tension simmers beneath the surface, and the truth lies hidden between the lines. Unfortunately, Mangan lazily bats at tension with as much enthusiasm as an obese cat. Her application of pressure is so apathetic that the narrative begins to stall. By the midpoint it’s downright stagnant. The story fails to build toward anything. The reveal, and what follows, is limp at best.
Early reviewers have drawn parallels between Tangerine and books by Gillian Flynn – a comparison that’s just laughable. Repeat: This book in no way mirrors the breathless tension and skillfully woven plots found in Gillian Flynn’s novels.
Equally frustrating is the narrative perspective. Chapters alternate between the first-person perspective of Alice and of Lucy. Though both women are quite different – Alice demure and trembling, Lucy cunning and independent – nothing distinguishes their narrative voices from one another.
Fortunately, some momentum is regained in the final quarter of the book. The easy flow of Mangan’s writing style carries Alice and Lucy to an unexpected conclusion – one that will appeal to some and irritate others.
Tangerine would have made a swell film in the 1950’s but, as a book released in modern times, is too subtle and uneventful to have any lingering effect.
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*Note: All quotes taken from an Advanced Readers Copy.
Special thanks to Ecco for providing a free ARC of Tangerine in exchange for an honest review.
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Feb 07, 2018 08:52AM
This review is just excellent. It tells me exactly what I wanted to know about this one. I've noticed in the last 2 years some number of top notch beginnings that do that exact style of petering out by poor differentials to "the voice"- just as you describe.
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"Unfortunately, Mangan lazily bats at tension with as much enthusiasm as an obese cat." I love this description, although it's also a bit disappointing because I was so excited about this book. No matter--I trust your opinion and my long to-read list will not suffer from the removal.
@Priscilla: Thank you! I'm disappointed, too. I've been drawn to this book some time now and finally pounced on it. I had high hopes, but alas . . . Thank you for your trust in me. I'm glad I could spare you a mediocre read.
Amazing review. Have to admit to hoping for a better star rating, but will be reading this and will see where I fall.
@Jacquie and @Diane S: Wonderful! I hope it proves a more satisfying read for both of you than it did for me. Enjoy!
Well, I am still planning on reading this, as that subtleness you point out as being a potential detriment is precisely what would draw me in (although the different narrative first person voices that according to you still feels similar could be an issue).
"Mangan lazily bats at tension with as much enthusiasm as an obese cat." Priceless! You must have a cat.
My summer buddy is my neighbor's cat who thinks he's a dog. He eats and sleeps next door but otherwise spends most of the summer on my porch, meowing at the window for me to come out, or following me around like a puppy.
Stephen wrote: "My summer buddy is my neighbor's cat who thinks he's a dog. He eats and sleeps next door but otherwise spends most of the summer on my porch, meowing at the window for me to come out, or following ..."
Awww, we have 2 cats. 1 of them is pregnant. Whenever I get out of bed, they get up too, pushing out their heads for me to rub them. But I don't. Cause then I'd have to do it the whole time and when I stop then they get noisy, ugh. LOL :)
Awww, we have 2 cats. 1 of them is pregnant. Whenever I get out of bed, they get up too, pushing out their heads for me to rub them. But I don't. Cause then I'd have to do it the whole time and when I stop then they get noisy, ugh. LOL :)
Nice review! I’m about halfway through and I’d say she heavily borrows from Patricia Highsmith, I can’t shake the Ripley vibes.
Wonderful review Hannah! I’m on a wait list for Tangerine at the library. I agree, that cover is gorgeous!
I appreciate the review, but I deeply disagree with it. I do agree that this is nothing like Gillian Flynn but for completely different reasons and conversely, this one blew my mind in a way that none of Flynn's novels have. The assesment in one of the comments that the parallel is ore akin to Patricia Highsmith is far more accurate in my opinion.
So it doesn’t pick up until the last quarter. Ugh! I’m ready to give up and I’m little over 1/3 of the way in 🙄
I interviewed the author for the online magazine I write. And she gave some interesting insights regarding the plot and the characters. I'll link it here in case anyone is interested:
https://www.seattlepi.com/lifestyle/b...
https://www.seattlepi.com/lifestyle/b...
My thoughts exactly. Does not come close to Gillian Flynn in the slightest. I found myself just plowing through to finish the damn thing because I hate not finishing books. Severely disappointed.
This review was spot on for me. Certainly felt like a kiddie ride when I was prepared for a roller coaster. There just wasn’t much suspense- certainly no thrill. Perhaps a tad build up in tension, but nothing to make me grab the edge of my seat. I kept turning page after page waiting for some big surprise. I thought the book being in the genre of thriller would be more....um, THRILLING. Meh.
The wonderful Suzy Parker photographed in Morocco in the 1950’s graces the book cover and sets up so many expectations that are not fulfilled. This book is a long way from Gillian Flynn, Daphne duMaurier or Hitchcock as touted in some ads. I liked your review Hannah, except I anticipated the ending. I really wanted the book to be something more but it just isn’t.
Thanks for this great in-depth review. Several booktubers have raved about it and I have hesitated picking it up. Your review finally helped me decide to nix it.
I was waiting for something like Gillian Flynn suspense and action. I was most disappointed. My mom and I read it at the same time. We both shake our heads when we talk about the beginning and the end. There could have been so much more. The scenery, the characters, the plot...right there.
This was really disappointing. The suspense was missing completely, the characters were flat, and the chance to revel in an unique setting was lost. Dull, dull, dull.