Fiction – Kindle edition; Simon & Schuster UK; 384 pages; 2015.
Looking for something easy to read on a recent weekend jaunt to Rome, I extracted Tim Rob Smith’s The Farm from my electronic TBR. A strange and twisted story about madness, lies, secrets and gaslighting, it kept me entertained for the duration of my trip — but I had very mixed feelings about it.
A parental tug-of-war
The tale centres around Daniel, a young man living in London, who gets drawn into a dispute between his parents who now live on a remote farm in Sweden having retired from their business (a garden nursery) a few years ago.
One morning Daniel’s father, Chris, calls him to say that his mother has had a psychotic breakdown and has fled the hospital where she had been committed. He’s warned that his mother is dangerously unwell and potentially violent.
Moments later Daniel receives a phone call from his mother, Tilde, saying that everything he’s been told by his father is a lie and she has the evidence to prove it. “I’m about to board a flight to London. Meet me at Heathrow,” she says.
From thereon in, the narrative is structured around Tilde’s story of what happened to her. She sits in Daniel’s kitchen (and later a hotel room) and tells her story in strict chronological order, interrupted only occasionally by Daniel who wants to clarify things (or jump to conclusions), before a dramatic shift about 100 pages from the end which jumps ahead to reveal that Tilde is now in a psychiatric unit in London.
Who to believe?
What makes The Farm so compelling to read is not quite knowing who to believe: is Tilde really psychotic or is her tale of strange goings on in the local community, presided over by a creepy, manipulative neighbour, Håken, really true? Has she been gaslighted into believing that the crimes to which she alludes are just figments of her imagination? And is the disappearance of Håken’s adopted 16-year-old daughter, the beautiful Mia from Angola, connected to a pedophile ring (or something similar)?
What didn’t quite work for me is never fully knowing Chris’s side of the story. He is largely seen through Tilde’s eyes so we can never be entirely sure if what she’s saying about him is reliable.
Daniel’s own investigation — he heads to Sweden on a solo mission to uncover evidence for himself — seems a bit rushed and he never seems to quite ask the questions I wanted him to ask. This, in turn, made me wonder if his account was unreliable, too?
And the ending itself felt abrupt — and hugely disappointing. I don’t expect everything I read in novels to be neatly tied up at the end, but this left open too many dangling threads for my liking. So while I largely enjoyed the journey I was left disappointed with the destination.
Nevertheless, The Farm is an entertaining, suspenseful (but slow-paced) read. It’s just a pity that what started out as a truly intriguing premise for a story got waylaid somewhere along the line.
This is my 18th book for #TBR40. According to my Amazon account, I purchased this book on 14 March 2015 for £2.85, but I have no idea what prompted me to buy it. Was it someone else’s review, perhaps?
6 thoughts on “‘The Farm’ by Tom Rob Smith”
I have no problem with unreliable narrators, in this case Tilde, probably because I’m so unobservant (I used to relate shearers’ stories as gospel to the merriment of my parents). I worry about psychiatric units which I still see as a place to hide problem relatives. And I really worry about ‘multi-million dollar best-sellers’, and if that makes me an elitist then I probably am when it comes to literature.
Well, I’m not sure psychiatric units are places to hide away problematic relatives these days, though I’ve read my fair share of novels in which families do exactly that — I’m thinking of the Waking of Willie Ryan https://readingmattersblog.com/2017/07/03/the-waking-of-willie-ryan-by-john-broderick/ and The Secret Scripture https://readingmattersblog.com/2009/05/05/the-secret-scripture-by-sebastian-barry/
To be honest, I don’t often read “multi-million dollar best-sellers” either, but I do like reading crime/thrillers/suspense novels as palate cleansers in between literary novels. They kind of give my overworked brain a bit of a rest, if you know what I mean, and help me recharge the batteries for the next round of “elitist reading” LOL.
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Which is precisely why a steady stream of Daphne DuMaurier has been just the ticket for me after Boekenweek and the MBIP long list reading I’ve done. I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed My Cousin Rachel (Jamaica Inn not so much), and now Frenchman’s Creek. Delightful! Off to search for The Farm; I liked Child 44 so very much.
Ah, I do think I should probably give Daphne DuMaurier a second chance… I know it’s not fashionable to say it, but I didn’t like Rebecca very much and I’ve never been much inclined to try anything else by her. I did very much like the film My Cousin Rachel, so maybe I should give that a try…?
The book was MUCH better than the film, so I say try it..but, if you didn’t like Rebecca, maybe Daphne is not for you.
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