The Tarnished Eye

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A novel inspired by a baffling true-life crime, Judith Guest's "finely tuned page-turner" (Publishers Weekly) melds heart-pounding suspense with an emotionally charged family drama.

The community of Blessed, Michigan, is shattered by the murder of the Norbois family — Paige, Edward, and their four children — in their summer home. Sheriff Hugh DeWitt, still grieving the loss of his infant son, is determined to find answers to a string of urgent questions: When did the murders ...

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A novel inspired by a baffling true-life crime, Judith Guest's "finely tuned page-turner" (Publishers Weekly) melds heart-pounding suspense with an emotionally charged family drama.

The community of Blessed, Michigan, is shattered by the murder of the Norbois family — Paige, Edward, and their four children — in their summer home. Sheriff Hugh DeWitt, still grieving the loss of his infant son, is determined to find answers to a string of urgent questions: When did the murders occur? Which family member was the primary, intended, victim? What could have fueled such hate-driven violence? As suspects and secrets swirl around the case, one stunning revelation lies in wait: a shattering clue that may be right in Sheriff DeWitt's line of sight.

With her own untarnished eye, Judith Guest delivers a novel that transcends genre and showcases once again her remarkable literary gifts.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

— Dean Koontz

"Haunting and unforgettable."

— Jan Burke, Edgar Award-winning author

"Irresistible....A novel shivering with artistry and darkness."

Booklist, starred review

"Packed with suspense."

Women's Lifestyle

Publishers Weekly
Loosely based on an actual unsolved crime that occurred in Michigan in the late 1960s, this tightly paced, gripping thriller is imbued with substance, sensitivity and depth. County sheriff Hugh DeWitt and his wife are still reeling three years after the SIDS death of their infant son and struggling to sustain a normal life for the sake of their 10-year-old daughter. The emotionally scarred DeWitt, once an overeager lawman, now cherishes the beauty of days "where nothing happens" in his quiet community. Though he knows all of the town's year-round residents by name, no one seems to know any of the affluent families who come to summer in anonymity along the bluffs of Lake Michigan. The Norbois are a classic example: the father a high-energy publishing executive, the mother and four kids a poster family for upper-middle-class values. When a handyman reports seeing something strange, DeWitt goes to investigate and finds they've all been ceremoniously executed and left to rot inside their palatial vacation retreat. Suddenly, DeWitt is on an emotional trail that jerks him back and forth between reflections on the anniversary of his son's death, the horrific murder scene and the serial rape/murders of a handful of University of Michigan coeds. As the point of view shifts from sheriff to victims and back again, Guest (Errands, etc.) keeps the plot moving along apace, creating a finely tuned page-turner. Agent, Patricia Karlan. (June) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Fans of Guest's best-selling Ordinary People who hope to encounter a meaningful story with well-developed characters will be extremely disappointed by her newest work. Though the premise is enticing-it involves a true-life, 1960s Michigan mass murder-this thriller never comes together. The main problem: Guest fails to develop her characters, namely, the victims, an affluent family whose members fit stereotypes of the era: the financially successful father, the cheating mother, and the misunderstood and rebellious children. Guest misses another opportunity in Sheriff Hugh Dewitt, the main character and hero, who is wrestling with the loss of his young son. Instead of delving into his grief, Guest uses it as an excuse for Dewitt's bad behavior toward his family. Add to those problems her choice to write various passages from the viewpoints of the slaughtered family-since the reader doesn't know anything about them, these portions of the text are very confusing and add nothing to the story. Guest throws in a few red herrings, but the killer is fairly easy to figure out. Weak as this is, it's Guest's first novel since 1997; there will be demand, so be prepared. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 2/1/04.]-Marianne Fitzgerald, Anne Arundel Cty. Schs., Annapolis, MD Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
In a classy domestic whodunit, a backwoods sheriff tracks the killer of a troubled Michigan family. Hugh DeWitt, county sheriff in Blessed, Michigan, is nobody's idea of a hard-boiled cop. A quiet, gentle soul, Hugh is a happily settled husband and father who silently nurses his grief over the death of his baby son three years ago, meanwhile carrying on with life as best he can. Most of Hugh's work is routine boondocks stuff-roadhouse brawls, domestic violence-but one day he's jolted into an unwelcome new world when an entire family is found shot to death in his jurisdiction. Edward and Paige Norboise were a well-to-do couple from Ann Arbor who built a second home in Blessed for summer vacations with their four children. Edward ran a publishing house; Paige was a homemaker. As soon as Hugh looks into the case, he finds no lack of motive. Paige had only recently broken off an affair she'd been carrying on. Edward, meanwhile, had recently discovered that one of his employees had been embezzling and was threatening him with jail unless he paid it back. A local handyman (whom Edward had fired for drinking on the job) is found stealing evidence from the scene of the crime. And the college roommate of one of the murdered sons turns out to have had sinister connections with a string of coeds who were victims of a serial killer. Hugh knows from first experience how badly life can go; what he's not prepared for is discovering how some people do everything they can to make it do so. A bit formulaic, but, still, brisk and highly readable: Guest (Errands, 1997, etc.) has a keen eye for the delicate fault lines that underlie family life and excels at showing us the ravages of domestic collapse.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781451613308
  • Publisher: Gallery Books
  • Publication date: 7/13/2010
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 1,486,695
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Judith Guest won the Janet Heidegger Kafka Prize for her first novel, Ordinary People, which was made into the Academy Award-winning 1980 film of the same name. Her other novels are Second Heaven, Killing Time in St. Cloud (with Rebecca Hill), and Errands. She lives with her family in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and Harrisville, Michigan.

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Chapter One: Digging Up

Hugh DeWitt stands at the window, looking out at his wife as she gently uproots slips of lettuce from the soil. She likes pulling the tender new shoots first, leaving room for the rest to grow and prosper. Her garden gloves lie discarded in the middle of the row. Hugh has bought her several pair over the years — these last ones, expensive kidskin from Gardeners' Eden — but she doesn't like them any better than the cheap, cotton variety she picks up at Okum's; they're all too bulky for the job. She needs to get her bare hands around the slender stems. He loves this paradox — his tidy wife, so firm about purity and order, with this passion for grubbing around in the dirt.

She's wearing blue knit shorts and a sleeveless yellow T-shirt. Her feet are bare. Bare knees pressed into the soft earth. Beside her is the straw basket Becky made for her in art class, nearly full of greens. Soon she'll stop, come inside, rinse the leaves in the sink, and pat them dry between paper towels.

Beside him, curled up in the wing chair, is his daughter, busily writing in the pages of her daily journal. Her grandma Hannah gave her the book last Christmas, and she hasn't missed a day in the last seven months. "This is exactly the age when I started," Hannah told Hugh. "I've been doing it ever since." When he asked her if she ever went back to read over the entries, she laughed. "Oh heavens, no. It's all I can do to just get the stuff down." What's the point, then, in all this scribbling if there's no corresponding passion for review, Hugh wonders. Somehow it doesn't seem polite to ask.

Becky smiles up at him. "Daddy, d'you know what a pluot is?"

"A pluot," Hugh says, "is nothing. It's a made-up word."

"It's half plum and half apricot." She shows him the picture she has drawn, below which she has lettered:


"Mom and I picked some up at Glen's today. They taste like a very firm peach."

"Why don't they just call them peaches, then?"

Becky ignores him. "I was thinking we could make some pluot jam and sell it at a roadside stand. Like the Millers. We could sell green beans and lettuce and heirloom tomatoes out of Mom's garden."

"The Millers," Hugh points out, "are megafarmers. They do this for a living. Plant, weed, water, harvest. Break your back. Get up at five in the morning, go to bed at midnight. And they don't make any money."

"How do you know?"

"Because. Mr. Miller told me. They're thinking about selling the place and moving to the Upper Peninsula."

"Can we buy it, then? Mom loves to garden. She knows tons about fruits and vegetables."

"Your mom knows tons about many things — watercolors, beekeeping, jewelry making, chair caning — "

"She'd make a great farmer," Becky says.

Hugh shakes his head. "Truck farming's not for sissies."

"Who says I'm a sissy?" Karen says, coming in from the kitchen. "Are the Millers really going to sell, Hugh? The twins will graduate next year. I thought they'd be taking over."

Hugh shrugs. "Maybe the twins saw the light."

"Don't say, 'saw the light,'" Karen says. "Farmers going out of business isn't a good thing."

"I didn't say it was. But growing up where everyone knows you and knows what your father does for a living and then assumes it's what you'll do might not be so great either. What if one of them meets somebody at college who isn't so thrilled about becoming a farmer's wife?"

"Is that what happened?"

"I'm merely speculating," says Hugh. "Anyway, Miller says it's getting too crowded down here. He likes the wide open spaces."

She frowns. "Well, he'll find plenty of space in the U.P., that's for sure — along with rocky land and a shorter growing season."

"I'll tell him you said so."

"When I grow up," Becky says, "I'm going to be a cop."

Not the first time he's heard this threat. "Good. Be a cop. Be a house painter. Dig to China. I'm all for people doing just what they want to in life."

His daughter isn't fooled; she eyes him reprovingly. "Jesse Spence's father says most dads want their kids to follow in their footsteps."

"Jesse Spence's dad's a funeral director. He's got to believe that."

Hugh follows Karen into the kitchen, watching as she dumps the lettuce into the sink and turns on the cold water.

"Mom, Dad doesn't believe there's such a thing as a pluot," Becky calls from the living room.

"He didn't use to believe in arugula either," Karen says. "He'll come around."

"It's the corruption," Hugh says. "All this combining of perfectly adequate foodstuffs just to prove that it can be done. I remember once I had a banorange. It tasted terrible." He reaches into the water to grab up a handful of greens, shakes them gently and drops them onto the square of paper towel spread open on the counter. "Want these torn up?"

"Yes, please."

Becky comes to stand in the doorway. "So can we buy the Miller place?"

"No, we cannot," Hugh says. "Law enforcement officers catch criminals and solve crimes and return stolen goods to their rightful owners. They aren't good at growing things."

"Bigger pieces, Dad," Becky advises, moving in to help. "No need to make confetti out of it." Only ten years old and already she's an expert at bossing him around. "Remember," she says, "Mom and I won't be home for dinner tomorrow. We're going to Traverse City to get me a new swimsuit and some jodhpurs. For camp."

"Ah, yes. Horse camp," Hugh says. "The great money pit. Gotta keep up with that little clothes pony, Donna Merle."

Becky rolls her eyes. "Oh, Daddy," she sighs. "Why do you always have to be such a daddy?"

"Light the grill, will you?" Karen asks him. "I was going to cook inside, but it's just too hot."

He carries the plate of cleaned trout out to the backyard. She's right about the heat. Each morning for the past three weeks he has ridden into town with the patrol car windows down and the air-conditioning blasting. By 8 AM it feels like a smelting oven; there's been no rain in a month. Fire warnings are at the highest postings. People are starting to call in with all sorts of weird complaints. His deputy, Ian Porterfield, calls it Combustion Craziness.

But that isn't what's bothering him, is it? On this blistering July afternoon? Three years ago today. Becky at day camp, thank God. An all-day outing in the Sleeping Bear Dunes, an accident of timing. Too bad there are so many of those. Fuck all, he thinks, fuck if I'm going to goddamn do this thing all over again. But he is, obviously.

He reaches below the grill for the lever on the propane tank, gives it a vicious twist. Karen is watching from the window, and he sends her a cheery grin. Faking it. They are both faking it today, July the twenty-first, 2004. The third anniversary of their infant son's death. How many years will it take? How many before he can think of it without pain? Without remorse? Before he can simply remember Petey as a pudgy, dark-haired, eleven-month-old, patiently refusing a spoonful of strained peas or pounding his palms on the high chair to gain their attention? Those four tiny ragged teeth; the look of baffled irritation when things didn't go his way; the piercing metrical screams employed to summon them?

Three years ago today Peter Weldman DeWitt simply took it in his head not to wake up from his afternoon nap. Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, they called it. No one's fault. An accident of timing. If you'd happened to enter the nursery at the instant he stopped breathing, you might even have saved him, the doctor had said. Fucking wonderful news to drop at a mother's feet. He was enraged at the stupidity of the remark, enraged at his own stupidity in leaving town that day for a meeting. And he had been driving Karen's car, in order to get it serviced in Ann Arbor. The engine was running rough. Otherwise, he would have been in the patrol car and would have known the instant the call came in, would have turned around, been back in time to go through it with her. Instead, he discovered it on his arrival in Ann Arbor and had to drive the four and a half hours back to Blessed, knowing it was too late, Petey was gone. Gone forever, his feisty, handsome son, who would have been four years old next month. So now there are two calendar dates, forever marked and awkwardly celebrated.

Does Petey's big sister ever think about him? She was so proud of her baby brother, so fiercely protective. Yet she hardly ever mentions his name. But, then, neither does he, and he thinks about him every goddamn day.

At least there is no longer the relentless agony of that first year, nor the awful resignation of the second. He is grateful for the fact that time has passed. And here they are, once again, at this anniversary, which will have to be spoken about; Karen will insist upon it.

She is at the back door now, watching him as he tests the fillets with a fork.

"Just about ready," he says.

"Good." She hesitates in the doorway, and he knows what's coming, would like to head it off, at least for now.

"You having dinner with your mom tomorrow night? While you're down there?"


"Drive carefully, okay? Call before you start back. Sometimes the cell phone doesn't work along that stretch."

"I will. But don't worry if we're later than ten o'clock." She pulls the door closed behind her. "You know, Hughie, we're not that poor," she says. "A new bathing suit won't break us."

"I know. I'm kidding. She knows I'm kidding."

"Just because your dad was a cop," she says, "doesn't mean you had to become one. You did have some choice in the matter."

"I know that. I wasn't saying that."

"What were you saying, then?"

He lifts the fillets, one by one, onto a clean platter. He won't answer this. She knows as well as he does that's not what it's really about.


Hannah, his mother-in-law, is a genius at breaking through to the corner of his mind where Petey still resides, alive and well, dimples flashing, black hair in sweaty ringlets around his face. She, who once gave him a book on the proper way to grieve. He read it, too, but it didn't do much for him. Except now he knows it's wrong to bury this stuff, to refuse to share it with loved ones. And he knows too much — about death and the unexpected, about a world that he took for granted, assuming the forces propelling it were, in the main, orderly and benign. He wouldn't share this knowledge with his worst enemy.

Following Karen into the house, he bows his head briefly, surreptitiously. Forgive me. Deliver me. Amen.

Copyright © 2004 by Judith Guest

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2008


    Stereotypical and cardboard characters matched with a nonsensical and patently absurd story. In addition, the true case this story pretends to be based on was solved many years ago.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2005

    The Real Deal

    I had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Guest at a book signing last fall. In attendance were fourteen of her sorority sisters from her college days. What a special night it was for them. The overall turnout was excellent, and the audience appreciated Ms. Guest's comments, her discussion of the real stories behind this novel, her revelation of some of her own life issues, and her thought processes behind certain fictional characters in this book, particularly that of the depressive Sheriff Hugh DeWitt. DeWitt has a difficult time seeing the positive side of anything. That does not change during the course of the story. Ms. Guest's writing is easygoing and fluid. The book is made up of short, fast-moving chapters. The concept is a little different than the usual mystery novel as Guest includes chapters about the Norbois victims at the time they were alive. Each member of the family has his/her own chapter. Being from Petoskey, Michigan, and very much aware of the Robison murders (Norbois) and a student at Eastern Michigan University in Ypsilanti, Michigan, during the time of John Norman Collins, I was interested in reading this book from the instant I first heard about it (one of Collins's victims was murdered two blocks from where we lived on campus). When you've been there, a story based on real events looks very different to you than to someone who knows nothing about these events. The Robison murders have never been solved. John Norman Collins remains in prison. Judith Guest shared with us some of the fears she had about writing this story while the possibility exists that the Robison killer is still out there somewhere (even though she believes there's a connection between the Norbois murders and JNC). She also talked about some of the people still very interested in solving this horrendous crime. Hopefully, this fictionalized version of the real story will lead to that end. A good read. Carolyn Rowe Hill

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2004

    The real story

    I have read everything I can get my hand on on the real story FOR THE LAST 20 YEARS ..Iwas so excited to see someone finish it.WHEN THIS WAS PICKED FOR OUR BOOK CLUB, AND I SAW THE COVER,THE ANOGRAM OF THE FAMILY NAME I READ I IN A DAY GOOD WORK ...BLESSED ARE THE GOODHART-ED

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2004


    I was excited to read this sounded like a great police/murder mystery. However...the character development was WEAK. I felt no connection to the charatcters. The plot was WEAK..I kept waiting for the book to pick up..and when the crime is finally solved I felt let down..there was no excitement factor and the ending was WEAK...I turned the page to continue reading...but it was over and I didn't even realize. Save your money on this one...JUDITH I want a REFUND!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2004

    Save Your Money

    I was very excited to start reading the Tarnished Eye; however, I was very dissapointed at how poorly the novel developed.The characters never came full circle and it was hard to relate to any of them. This is suppose to be a book of suspense when in fact it was rather boring and unfulfilling. The ending was atrocious. It was almost as if the writer wanted to finish the book and just threw in some last minute absurdity to get the writing out of the way. I would not recommend this book to anyone. I was deeply upset after reading this so called suspense novel.

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