In high
school, I spent my lunches at the dweeb table, and I always wondered what it
was like to be one of the cool kids. So, to my amusement, reading Megan Abbott’s
novel The Fever provided a peek into the
souls of the coolest kids at a high school in small-town USA. As several
reviewers have noted, Abbott is worth reading for her insight into the teenage
mind alone. An Edgar Award winner, she has a PhD in literature from New York
university, and she has published seven previous novels.
For fans of
psychological suspense and mystery, The
Fever doesn’t disappoint. But it’s not “just” a crime novel, for two
reasons. First, it has achieved a marriage of the mystery pattern with the
psychological novel: a combination of “whodunit,” “what the heck’s going on
with this person,” and “will she do it?”
Second, The Fever explorers teenage yearnings
and troubles, but it ain’t no YA novel. Instead, the dark blooming of sexuality
and social competition—think “frenemy”—echoes through the story. I was
surprised, even shocked, that the brightest, most popular girls might be hiding
their own unrequited crushes and emotional confusion; blocking fresh memories
to avoid the truth of their sexual escapades; feeling bewildered by their
own acts of revenge upon rivals.
My one
quibble is that the book could have been shorter, or else the pacing better
handled. To my taste, the story dragged for a couple of chapters around the
two-thirds mark.
Beyond her
strength at characterisation, Abbott’s style is unobtrusively poetic, as in
this description of a winter day: “Outside, it was bitter cold, the sky onion
white”; or in this passage, describing an outdoor skating rink: “branches
strewn across the thawing ice. Prickly globes split, seeds spilling, white petals
pulped, spores that spilt red onto the ice.”
The spores
in the quotation above relate to this novel’s theme—fever. Abbott explores two
senses of the word: the “fever” of teenage hormones and the actual fevers that toxins infect humans
with via polluted water. There’s actually a third of treatment of “fever” in
the story, but revealing it here would be a plot spoiler.
Whether or
not you were a nerd in high school, read The
Fever for a its fresh hybrid of mystery and psychological suspense; its
poetry; its thematic depth; and its frank, searing look into the pain of
adolescence.
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