Two-Time Edgar Award nominee Domenic Stansberry confesses an awful lot in THE CONFESSION ... or, at least, his first personal narrative surrounding the mystery Jake Danser, psychologist/psychiatrist, finds himself smack dab in the middle of: his mistress is found strangled with his own missing blue necktie, and Jake is in a treacherous race against time to prove that he didn't do it ... or did he?
THE CONFESSION is the kind of book that's extremely difficult to pen a review of, largely, because there's very little opportunity to say what one reader thinks without spoiling the impact of the book. This type of story has been done before to mass appeal, and it's a darn hard shame that these Hard Case Crime inprints don't get wider audience response. However -- back to the story -- it's easy to conclude that CONFESSION is the kind of book that'll 'peel like an onion' on second, third, or fourth readings. The clues aren't as transparent (or are they?) as one might think, and that's the beauty of the first person narrative: just about the time you think you have a solid handle of where Jake Danser is leading you, you're in for another surprise.
Because it's been done before, I'm rating it four stars. (One can read PRESUMED INNOCENT or Mickey Spillane's masterful THE DEEP to get other takes on the way-too-curious first-person narrative.) Stansberry does a terrific job building the tension and the suspense; I was just hoping for a different jolt come the conclusion than the one I had predicted from the beginning of the book.