Resolution (Garnethill Series #3)

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A New York Times Notable Book of the Year

"Resolution can stand alone, battered and proud, as a class-conscious crime novel that dares to tell the ugly truth." -New York Times Book Review

Just as Maureen O'Donnell is struggling to give up drinking, she faces her most formidable challenges yet: testifying against her boyfriend's murderer and the return of her abusive father. Irresistibly blending suspense, compassion, raw instinct, and grim wit,...

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Overview

A New York Times Notable Book of the Year

"Resolution can stand alone, battered and proud, as a class-conscious crime novel that dares to tell the ugly truth." -New York Times Book Review

Just as Maureen O'Donnell is struggling to give up drinking, she faces her most formidable challenges yet: testifying against her boyfriend's murderer and the return of her abusive father. Irresistibly blending suspense, compassion, raw instinct, and grim wit, Resolution provides a wrenching conclusion to Denise Mina's universally acclaimed Garnethill trilogy.

"For anyone who thinks Western civilization too comfortable or crime novels no more than entertainment, Denise Mina's Garnethill trilogy will come as a salutary surprise. It will also make them laugh and keep them reading. It is a great achievement." -Times Literary Supplement

"If you want a reason to try the crime genre, get yourself a novel by Denise Mina." -Rocky Mountain News

"Mina depicts a Scotland so hard that merely living there can cut you like a shard of glass." -Baltimore Sun

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In this powerful, disturbing, wrenching conclusion to the Scottish author's Garnethill trilogy (Garnethill; Exile), the sense of everydayness renders the horrors Mina's Glaswegians confront even more terrible. Forced prostitution, child sexual abuse, alcoholism, dysfunctionality of every kindall are not so much spotlighted as they are integral parts of the fabric of the characters' lives. But for Maureen O'Donnell, whose continued existence is a triumph of will, there's also a strong sense of family and friendships forged in the crucible of survival. Maureen and her friends Leslie and Kilty are as unlikely a trio of dragon-slayers as one might find. With trepidation, Maureen awaits the trial of her lover's murderer, Angus Farrell, whose evil threatens her even while he's in jail. And Maureen's abusive father, Michael, has returned to Glasgow and she fears for her sister's soon-to-be-born baby. Maureen's efforts to help an illiterate old woman fill out a legal complaint against her son lead her into more danger and ugliness. The sordidness and the seemingly insuperable odds Maureen faces make her retreat into alcoholism seem appropriate. Thanks to Mina's considerable narrative skills, the Glasgow of Paddy's flea market, Albert Hospital and the area near the bus station where street prostitutes hang out emerges in gritty clarity. The novel culminates in a startling crescendo of violence, vengeance and resolution. (June 7) Forecast: Blurbs from some big American mystery/thriller names could give this author a lift, but even with them her realistic, unglamorous characters and setting are likely to keep her out of bestseller territory. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
On the average day, Glaswegian Maureen O'Donnell is disheveled, mumbling to herself, and drunk by noon someone to ignore on the street. Mina's achievement here as in Garnethill and Exile, the first two volumes of this trilogy is to transform a trampled spirit into a person to whom attention must be paid. In this work, Maureen is coping with the aftermath of events in Exile. Not only must she testify at the trial of her boyfriend's murderer, psychologist Angus Farrell, but she must also protect her pregnant sister from their father, who has returned to town. As if that weren't enough, Maureen is approached by one of the other stall-holders at a flea market for help in suing her son. When that woman dies of an apparent heart attack, Maureen finds herself involved in trying to unravel a Poland-based prostitution ring. (Things were so much simpler in Miss Marple's day!) Once again, Mina delivers a Scottish blend of Thomas Harris, George Pelecanos, and Oprah-style reading that is uniquely her own and goes down very smoothly. For most public libraries. Bob Lunn, Kansas City P.L., MO Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
"Everything was coming to an end," thinks Maureen O'Donnell glumly, and no wonder. As she waits for Angus Farrell, the psychologist who murdered her married lover, to come to trial, she's uneasily aware that he's smarter than her even when she's sober, and certain he's got some scheme cooked up to get off and perhaps convict her of assault for the LSD she slipped into his coffee. And Mauri can't afford to get jailed and leave the baby her sister Una is expecting to the tender mercies of their abusive father Michael and their alcoholic mother Winnie, who's still deep in denial about what Michael did to Mauri. Laboring to make the most of the few days before Una's confinement, Mauri stumbles onto another equally dysfunctional family when she reluctantly agrees to help Ella McGee, a retired prostitute who shares space at the flea market where Mauri makes money toward her crushing bill for back taxes by selling contraband cigarettes. All Ella wants is a signature on the small-claims action she's filing against the son and daughter who threw her off her job at their health club. But when Ella ends up in the hospital, badly beaten, Mauri realizes that Simon McGee is quite as dangerous, if not quite as cunning, as Angus Farrell. Mina's canvas is so broad, so teeming, and so relentlessly sordid that the biggest surprise in this final chapter in Mina's not-to-be-missed Glasgow trilogy (Garnethill, 1999; Exile, 2001) is that she can pull off the climax her title promises.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316016827
  • Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
  • Publication date: 11/15/2007
  • Series: Garnethill Series , #3
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 233,903
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.10 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Denise Mina

Denise Mina is the author of Deception, the Garnethill trilogy, and Field of Blood. She lives in Glasgow, Scotland, with her family.

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RESOLUTION


By Denise Mina

Carroll & Graf Publishers

Copyright © 2001 Denise Mina.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 0786710101



Chapter One



It was quiet in the grey corridor, high summer shone through the consecutive windows, lighting the lazy dust; window bars cast chilly shadows on to cracked plaster. They were waiting in the corridor-in-between for the door to be opened to the visitors' block. The police were out there. Angus didn't know what they were going to charge him with yet. He guessed the murders and not the rapes. They didn't have any good witnesses for the rapes. A guard at the far end watched them lethargically, standing on one leg.

    The sour smell of disinfectant was making Angus's battered sinuses ache again; he was sure he had a fragment of bone stuck in there. He sat forward suddenly, hanging his head between his knees. Henry, the burly nurse sitting next to him, shifted his legs out of splatter range.

    'Are you gonnae be sick?' he asked.

    'No,' said Angus, bending lower. 'My head hurts.'

    Henry grunted. 'Tell them at meds.'

    Medication was four hours away. 'Thanks, Henry,' said Angus, 'I will.'

    He looked between his legs. The wooden bench was bolted to the wall, the mysterious point of attachment plastered over so that no one could wrench it off and use it as a weapon. Angus had understood the rationale of institutional vigilance during his career as a psychologist. It wasn't until he became a patient that he began to appreciate the psychic impact of static furniture, of lukewarm food and blunt knives. The minor amendments caught his attention every time, making him speculate about the behaviour being deterred.

    Henry shifted his weight forward, straining the bench from the wall. He had deodorant on, an acrid, hollow smell. Angus shut his eyes and remembered. It had been so dark outside the window that night. His most searing sensual memory was a light lemony aftershave billowing out towards him as Douglas opened the front door of Maureen O'Donnell's flat. He'd whispered angrily to Angus, asking him what he wanted, what was he doing there. Angus had stepped into the hallway, clicked the door shut behind him and, in a single fluid movement, grabbed Douglas by the hair and pulled him down, kneeing him sharply on the chin, knocking him off his feet. He held on to him by the hair, letting him down slowly to the floor, dropping him quietly. There was so much blood at the end, running off the rim of the chair. Angus had stood at the bedroom door, looking in at her through the crack in the door. Maureen was snoring lightly and it made him smile. Her clothes were on the floor by the bed, a stepped-out-of dress, kicked-off shoes. So much blood. Angus couldn't remember the first cut properly, just the build-up and the outcome. Disappointed, he sighed.

    'Don't worry,' said Henry. 'You'll be fine.'

    Angus sat upright, making a brave face and nodding.

    'They're just going to charge ye,' said Henry. 'They're not even going to question ye today.'

    Angus had been here for almost a year. For the first eight months he had been deluded and terrified, hadn't known where he was, what was real or imagined. Reality came in snippets at first and he began quickly to yearn for the alien confusion. The noise and the smell of the hospital were unbearable. Two men on his block were nocturnal, a moaner and an idiot who tapped on the pipes all night. Angus listened for two months, using his experience of crosswords, trying to decipher the message. There was no message, just a rhythm, over and over, as if the man was trying to tell a careful listener that he was still alive and almost sentient.

    Henry was picking his nose. It was a straightforward, unceremonious hoick, an index finger rammed up his nostril, searching for congealed mucus. The doctors here picked at their arses, nurses swore, domestic staff stared with open-mouthed amusement at the patients and stopped working when supervisors left the room. It didn't matter how many social conventions they breached, they still felt better than their charges because state mental patients were credited with no opinions, no judgement. They were empty vessels. Angus knew that being in here superseded everything else he had ever been.

    No one had thought that he might be familiar with the criminal justice process, not his lawyer, not Dr Heikle, his psychiatrist, not even the police. It astonished him. He had worked in the health service for seventeen years but he'd also done court reports and diversions. They had forgotten his career because he was a patient now, a nothing.

    He looked up and down the bleak corridor. Maureen O'Donnell had brought him to this and she was going to get him out.


Chapter Two



Hugh Mcaskill and Joe McEwan sat side by side on Maureen O'Donnell's settee. They were tall men. Joe would have been attractive if he hadn't been such a prick. He had blond hair, turning white in the recent wave of sunshine, a deep tan, and he was always smartly dressed, in chinos and well-fitting shirts and jumpers. When Maureen first met Joe, his tan looked as if he'd just come back from a nice holiday somewhere Mediterranean. In the past year the tan had become more orange and sunbed-ish but it might have been her jaundiced view of him: they had an unhappy history. Hugh looked far more Scottish. His hair was a russet red, flecked with silver at the temples. His eyes were blue and his skin flushed red or white depending on the season. The living room window was pushed right up and the evening was cooler than the day but men were still sweating into their collars.

    Usually, Glasgow's weather vacillates between freezing rain and not-so-freezing rain but sometimes, on a five-to-ten-year cycle, the weather turns and the city doesn't know itself. This was such a time. Unconditional sunshine had arrived one week ago. Virulent, fecund plant life had sprung up everywhere: trees and bushes were heavy with deep green leaves, growth appeared on buildings, between cracks in the pavement, on bins. The city burst into life and everyone began to farm their skin. Water-white cheeks and necks withered and puckered with relentless exposure. Casualty departments heaved under the strain of sunburn and heat stroke. Everyone in the unaccustomed city was dressing as if they'd woken up naked in a bush and had to borrow clothes to get home: old women wore young women's summer dresses, vest tops were stretched over belly rolls, short sleeves showed off straps from industrial bras. Every night felt like Friday night and parties went on too long. Fantastic blood-alcohol levels were attained by conscientious individuals. Everyone was dangerously out of character.

    Hugh sipped the coffee and Joe lit a super-low-tar cigarette.

    'Are ye sure I can't get you anything, Joe?' said Maureen.

    'Just sit down,' said Joe impatiently. 'We need to talk to you.'

    'I'll just go to the loo,' she said, and Joe rolled his eyes.

    Maureen sat on the toilet and held her head in her hands. The timing couldn't have been worse. Her big sister Una was expecting a baby any day now, her father Michael was back in Glasgow, floating around like a toxic cloud, and the dreams and flashbacks were getting worse and worse. When she thought of Michael in her city the air caught in her throat, the light stung her skin and scratched her eyes. She would rather have been dead than share the air with him. And now Joe and Hugh were back up at her door asking about Angus Farrell again.

    Joe had never liked her much but he treated her with frank contempt now. She'd lied about Angus writing to her from the hospital and had kept all the letters back from them for as long as she could. She couldn't hand over those letters. Angus had written them to make the police think he was insane, to give himself a defence, but she read between the lines and knew that he wasn't. The irrationality was too ordered, too carefully set. Angus had a plan. He'd hinted at what had happened between himself and Maureen in almost every letter, hinted that she had drugged him with acid. If she handed over the letters she'd be damning herself and giving him evidence for an insanity defence. The police had searched her house, got hold of them anyway and Joe had loathed her ever since. However much she tried to convince herself that it didn't matter because she didn't like him either, it was hard to be in his company.

    She dug her nails into her scalp, deep into the skin, promising herself a cigarette if she went back into the living room. She stood up and flushed the toilet for authenticity, lifting the lid so it was loud enough for Joe and Hugh to hear.

    They had their elbows on their knees, their ankles crossed, mirroring one another.

    'This place looks pretty empty,' said Joe, glancing around the sparse living room. 'Are you moving?'

    'No,' she said, sitting cross-legged on the floor. 'I'm just chucking stuff out.'

    She was emptying the room gradually and had recently given away all her precious books and chucked out the broken video. The books were a big step. She wasn't sure why she was doing it, but the house felt better without the clutter. She felt as if she was stripping the set, getting ready to leave with no idea of where she was moving to.

    Joe looked at the far wall. 'Where's all the books?'

    She shrugged and lit a cigarette. 'I gave them away to a charity shop.'

    'If you're moving you need to tell us.'

    'I'm not moving, Joe.'

    'We need to get in touch with ye.'

    'I'm not moving, Joe.'

    A man with the merest smattering of manners would have let it go at that but Joe didn't care if he offended or bored or annoyed her. 'You look as if you're moving.'

    Maureen sighed and shrugged helplessly. Hugh reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a notebook. Joe was looking unhappily around the room, at the portable television balanced on a kitchen chair and the blood-stained floorboards. 'Ye might have painted over that,' he said, flinching.

    Maureen looked at the bloody mess. It was a flattened stain, squashed out of shape because the carpet had been over it when Douglas, her boyfriend, was murdered. She looked back at Joe. 'Are you an interior decorator now?'

    'Maureen,' said Hugh, butting in before they got started, 'we need to ask you some questions about Angus Farrell.'


Excerpted from RESOLUTION by Denise Mina. Copyright © 2001 by Denise Mina. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.


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    If you have not read anything by this author you are in for a treat. Maureen epitomizes the quick wit and drole humour of a certain type of unreconstructed Glaswegian. You will not find Maureen fretting about her looks.She has bigger things to overcome.She escapes victimhood in her own way and triumphs in the end.Read all three.I could feel Glasgow in every sentence.Although living far from home it reminded me why I love the place.

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