(1. - 1290.) 6:40 to Montreal by Eva Jurczyk - Agatha St. John is obsessed with detail. She grinds her teeth over the scrape of the heel of her husband’s slightly longer left leg. Stepping in abit of grit in the front hallway produces a “crunch that ruined my perfect silence”. She is a successful writer.
St. John is in the business class car on the 6:40 morning train from Toronto to Montreal. She is going to use the time to write. She does not need silence for writing.
She opens her laptop and stares at the “horror” of a “blank Word document”.
Writing her first book had been easy. It was a thriller for women with a body count that increased in each draft after each feedback from her agent and editors. It became a bestseller.
In the present she is recovering from surgery for Stage 3C melanoma. There is a “handsized ‘V’ carved into the back of the leg”. She believes her prognosis is grim.
A blizzard is starting as the train leaves Toronto.
Her stress level shoots up when she realizes her nemesis, Cyanne Candel, is on the train with her.
St. John wants to write literary fiction. Books about feelings not bodies. Her literary manuscripts have all been rejected.
Reluctantly, she has accepted that her readers want stories about “upper middle-class white ladies killing or being killed”. She finds potential inspiration in the real life story of a Montreal university student, Genevieve. She starts adjusting Genevive’s experience for fiction. She would have loved to use the name Genevieve in the new book but there “are rules about that sort of thing”.
Three hours later St. John’s screen remained blank.
The train abruptly stops during the intensifying blizzard. The car doors automatically lock. The backup power will not run the Wi-Fi. There is no cell service.
The car attendant, the ultra capable Dorcas, carefully tends to the passengers and re-assures them they will soon be on their way. She reminds me of the butlers of Susan Juby’s novels and those I have known on cruises.
A passenger dies and turmoil follows.
Emotions run high.
Claustrophobia closes in on the passengers and Dorcas. Anxiety is acute.
Slow, slow hours go by.
Jurczyk keeps ratcheting up the tension. I started racing through the book.
All the action is presented through St. John’s eyes. While her mind is dominated by thoughts of cancer she retains her keen author’s eye for what is going on around her.
Listening to others, St. John eventually writes a thousand words. She likes to write down short conversations she has overheard to use in her writing.
St. John starts thinking of the events in the rail car for a plot.
The plot goes from unusual to bizarre as the hours creep by.
The conclusion is clever. I never saw it coming though there were clues.
St. John is a real person with virtues and flaws. Her mind is contradictory. She has a restless soul. She has a reason for going to Montreal beyond writing on the train.
Jurczyk is a good writer. She is an excellent writer when writing about a writer being a writer.
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As I look at the front cover I shake my head. Instead of a train traveling between Toronto and Montreal it shows a train going through the evergreen forest of the Canadian Rockies near Banff and the train looks like a freight, not passenger, train.
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