The Weight of Silence by Heather Gudenkauf was my book club’s selection for our February discussion. It was also a book we had on tour recently through TLC so I’d read a few reviews before I ever opened the book- although I don’t think that swayed my opinion of it.
Calli and Petra are 7 year old friends and playmates. Calli is a selective mute. You’d think that would make friendships difficult at best, yet Petra understands her, knows what she likes and dislikes, and is able to talk for her and smooth things over for her socially. Friendship is easy at 7, and their friendship was very sweet.
Calli and Petra go missing from their respective homes in the wee hours of the morning on the same day. Both girls’ homes back up to a wooded area where the girls have spent many happy hours playing, so the families think perhaps they are together and for some reason playing in the woods (at 4:30 am?). Calli’s mom, especially, is not very concerned, having grown up in and around those woods. But Calli’s dad, an abusive alcoholic asshole, was supposed to be leaving on a fishing trip with a friend at 3:00 am that very morning, and no one really thinks too much about that (I’m not giving anything away here because the reader knows from the beginning that dear old dad didn’t go fishing). The police chief has a romantic history with Calli’s mother and a rivalry with Calli’s father, so there’s a massive conflict of interest, yet he’s on the case. Small towns do things differently than the big cities, I ‘spose.
This book is told in very short chapters with very short sentences in the voices of different characters including Calli, Petra, Calli’s mom, Calli’s brother Ben, Petra’s dad, the police chief Louis. Oddly, all the voices sounded the same to me, whether it was a 7 year old girl, a middle aged cop, or a 57 year old professor. Same vocabulary, same tone- there just was no discernable difference. I guess this bugged me more than it might have had it not been for the fact that the book I just finished prior to The Weight of Silence (American Rust) did that one particular thing VERY well- making the characters really distinct and individual. I’m sure it’s not an easy thing for an author to do but it really goes a long way in engaging the reader.
This book was a page turner and I read it in two sittings (it would have been one, but I had to force myself to put it down and go to bed). I wanted to know what would happen and so I kept going. And throughout I kept thinking, what is the deal with the dad? What the heck is going on? However, the ending was unsatisfying and the writing unsophisticated. The plot was full of so many coincidences that believability went right out the window. Maybe I’m just a much more discerning reader than I used to be, but this one felt very amateurish.
I wonder what the other members of my book club will think..