THE WOOD AT MIDWINTER | Kirkus Reviews

Many years after her older brother, Bear, went missing, Barbara Van Laar vanishes from the same sleepaway camp he did, leading to dark, bitter truths about her wealthy family.

One morning in 1975 at Camp Emerson—an Adirondacks summer camp owned by her family—it’s discovered that 13-year-old Barbara isn’t in her bed. A problem case whose unhappily married parents disdain her goth appearance and “stormy” temperament, Barbara is secretly known by one bunkmate to have slipped out every night after bedtime. But no one has a clue where’s she permanently disappeared to, firing speculation that she was taken by a local serial killer known as Slitter. As Jacob Sluiter, he was convicted of 11 murders in the 1960s and recently broke out of prison. He’s the one, people say, who should have been prosecuted for Bear’s abduction, not a gardener who was framed. Leave it to the young and unproven assistant investigator, Judy Luptack, to press forward in uncovering the truth, unswayed by her bullying father and male colleagues who question whether women are “cut out for this work.” An unsavory group portrait of the Van Laars emerges in which the children’s father cruelly abuses their submissive mother, who is so traumatized by the loss of Bear—and the possible role she played in it—that she has no love left for her daughter. Picking up on the themes of families in search of themselves she explored in Long Bright River (2020), Moore draws sympathy to characters who have been subjected to spousal, parental, psychological, and physical abuse. As rich in background detail and secondary mysteries as it is, this ever-expansive, intricate, emotionally engaging novel never seems overplotted. Every piece falls skillfully into place and every character, major and minor, leaves an imprint.

“Don’t go into the woods” takes on unsettling new meaning in Moore’s blend of domestic drama and crime novel.