Gone Girl is the story of a marriage’s unraveling and the suspicion that falls on the husband in the wake of his wife’s disappearance. But it is author Gillian Flynn’s knowing exploitation of the intimate pact between writer and reader, her head-turning violation of it, that tightens the story's grip on our attention. The workings of Flynn’s chilling novel turn on issues of faithfulness and trust, not only between husband and wife, but between author and audience. This last intimacy Flynn violates with such deviousness that she turns a standard thriller of love gone sour into a stunning psychological puzzle that seduces us in the way it’s told, and then is deepened by keen insight into the disappointments, duplicities, and distortions that derail speeding plots from the track toward happy endings.
Loved it until final climactic scene. Then mostly twisted pathological gore. I know many people like this kind of stuff, in books and movies. Just, buyer beware.
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