Shannon O'Leary (1)

I don't know that I have ever read of such a horrific case of abuse that didn't end in death. I had to constantly remind myself to calm down, this is a first person account so the author did survive. Words spoken to Shannon by her mother are what truly defines this story.

"Go down the road until you come to a telephone box, and ring the police if your father kills me." Words spoken by a mother who never knew from one day to the next if she and her children would survive the madman she married.
I received an advance copy for review
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A bit of a meh read, to be honest.

I liked the variety in art styles and perspectives/points. I thought some of them veered into the border of SWERF/TERF territory - I dislike long screeds about how *~*~*motherhood*~*~*~ is a woman's magical power, since there are plenty of women, myself included, who for various reasons cannot or will not have children. I am no less a woman for it.

The good news about this collection is that it is a collection - you're bound to find something you like. I did, but it seemed to me that the stuff that landed for me was outnumbered by what I didn't like or didn't have strong feelings about.

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THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS is a very personal story, told by Shannon O'Leary, recounting a childhood that truly could be said was hellish. A violent, mentally ill father, an extended family wrapped up in concern about their "good name", vicious or uncaring authorities, and police neglect that is positively staggering, combine in this tale to create a story that's incredibly difficult to read.

When reviewing this book it's really important to stress that the review is not of the life, or the story itself. This is somebody's truth, a woman's life and what happened is utterly horrific.

This is a story which must have taken guts to tell as it attempts to cast light on domestic violence. A scourge that continues to plague our communities and will have done much earlier than the 1960s and 1970s that this book covers. If, for a moment, any reader has any doubts whatsoever of the depths to which some perpetrators can sink, and the damage and outcomes that victims carry with them for the rest of their lives then read THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS.

Given how incredibly difficult the subject matter is in this story - and O'Leary doesn't pull many punches about what happened - the style of writing makes it very approachable. Even when the reader is physically repulsed, or fighting off a raging anger at the neglect and dismissiveness of people who knew - it's a difficult story to put down. Which makes for a decidedly confronting experience - something that's incredibly difficult to read, whilst being something incredibly difficult to put down.

It's important that we understand the outcomes of domestic and family violence. It's important that we are reminded of causes as well as outcomes. It's important that we remember there's a reason for the increased focus and concentration on support and providing victims with options now. It's equally important that we tackle the multiple questions around perpetrator motivation. A searing book, THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS is not a book that you can possibly say you're going to enjoy, but it's one that's guaranteed to stay with you.

https://www.austcrimefiction.org/review/review-blood-my-hands-shannon-oleary… (mere)