Published by Simon & Schuster.
From the very first page I was transported back to the world of Twin Peaks with every mention of each and every character giving me flashbacks to all those years ago, sitting round at my then girlfriend’s (now wife’s) mother’s house with her and my now brother-in-law devouring every ounce of the episodes as we consumed lots of cherry pie and damn fine coffee.
The diary starts off in July 1984, when seemingly sweet and innocent Laura Palmer was 12 years old and, knowing the fate that befell her, gives a kind of ‘Lovely Bones’ feel to the diary entries. A journal interspersed with Laura’s poetry, this is enticing stuff as the reader plows for clues, for secrets to be spilled that will lead to the identity of her killer.
If I had one disappointment with the book, it was simply a personal one in that I missed Agent Dale Cooper from the series – a character only brought in to investigate Laura’s death of course and so never a part of her diary and past.
The diary is a pretty fast paced read – I killed it it two sittings – the diary format meaning that every entry leaves on a cliff-hanger before the next one and the speed at which Laura descends into a life of drugs and sexual experience is a dark and cavernous ride. Before long, Laura Palmer is admitting that she realises that she simply likes to feel bad and keeps the reader wondering just how much of her actions led towards the things that happened to her later in her short and tragic life.
It’s an unusual and sometimes uncomfortable read, especially when considering that this is Jennifer Lynch’s take on the early life of her father’s character – not the sort of fiction I’d like my daughter to present to me – and made me think of the similarly dark pairing of Italian horror movie director Dario Argento and his daughter Asia.
With a great little opening by series co-creators Mark Frost and David Lynch, this also had me wanting to watch the series all over again – so that boxed set of dvds is soon going on order – the damn fine coffee’s brewing and the cherry pie is baking nicely.
Glory in its darkness.
Oh, and don’t forget to ‘Beware Of BOB’.