The List Of Suspicious Things is the first book by British author, Jennie Godfrey. It’s about two years since Mavis Senior’s mum, Marion stopped talking, now spending her days in the armchair or her bedroom. In that time, Dad’s sister, Aunty Edna has come to help out, Maggie Thatcher has become Prime Minister (and Aunty Edna has plenty to say about that), and Sharon Parker, at first sort of co-opted, has become her best friend.

The other thing is the murders: young women are being brutally killed by the man everyone calls the Ripper, and the police don’t seem to be getting any closer to catching him. When twelve-year-old Miv hears Dad and Aunty Edna talking about moving away from Yorkshire, away from it all, she dreads the idea of losing everything familiar, including her best friend. She reasons that, if she could investigate, work out what the police are missing, and catch the killer, they would be able to stay.

Miv is a fan of the Famous Five books and, following Aunty Edna’s example, she buys a notebook and, after carefully studying the newspaper reports about the murders, starts listing the suspicious things she observes around her. Sharon is a bit sceptical that they can catch him, but indignance at the way the victims are described in the press gets her over the line.

Everyone in their small Yorkshire town, Bishopsfield, comes under scrutiny, but dark-haired, dark-eyed men with moustaches, especially if they “aren’t from around here”, drive a certain car, or have a certain accent, qualify for entry into Miv’s notebook. The pair check out places suitable for hiding a body and where the Ripper might find his victims. When the press mention “hiding in plain sight” and “the women in the Ripper’s life” the range of people they feel need watching expands.

After each new killing, “the streets themselves felt unsettled, as though the news had seeped into the bricks and mortar of the town. Whispers of the news seemed to be all around us: women were outside their houses in small groups, muttering his name, their eyes darting around as if he might appear at any moment.”

As they investigate suspicious behaviour and gradually eliminate various suspects, they learn quite a lot about the people of their town: some of it sad, some of it surprising, some of it disturbing. When Sharon’s enthusiasm for their project wanes, she tells Miv “I don’t know if any of the people we know are suspicious or whether they’re just trying to live their lives.” Miv realises “a growing awareness that behind every grown-up was a story I knew nothing about.”

In trying to catch the Ripper, they discover that Bishopsfield harbours: some right-wing thugs who like to intimidate; an arsonist; sexists, racists and xenophobes; a paedophile. There’s infidelity, domestic violence, bullying and cruelty, alcoholism, divorce and suicide.

But they also encounter plenty of ordinary people leading ordinary lives: people grieving losses, trying to cope with life’s challenges, keeping secrets and telling lies, showing concern and kindness and care. The pair make assumptions and jump to conclusions; there are few narrow escapes and some tragic deaths; new bonds of friendship are formed and there are budding romances.

Godfrey’s debut is somewhat reminiscent of Joanna Cannon’s The Trouble With Goats And Sheep, but this is by no means a copy of that. Her descriptive prose is marvellous: “though Aunty Jean’s hearing was less than sharp, her other senses were razor-like, and she would have smelled my inattention like a hunting dog.”

She gives her characters wise words and insightful observations. Omar, the Pakistani shop-keeper: “He heard talk about everyone in the shop, so often he wondered if people knew he could speak English, the things they would say to each other in his presence.”

Omar on surviving grief: “I suppose what I do is try not to think too far ahead,’ he said eventually. ‘If I’d considered for a second that I had to live months, or even years, without her . . .’ Omar stopped for a moment and cleared his throat. ‘I’m not sure I could’ve . . . kept going. But if I only think about the day in front of me, sometimes the hour, or even the minute, then I can do it. I can keep living.”

And Miv on adults: “I had already discovered by then how much people would reveal when you stayed quiet” and “Adults were always doing this in my experience, saying one thing and meaning another, the truth a blur in between” and “I was used to grown-ups having conversations that left the important things unsaid, they happened in my family all the time.” This is a brilliant debut and more from Jennie Godfrey is eagerly anticipated.
This unbiased review is from an uncorrected proof copy provided by NetGalley and Random House UK Cornerstone.