The Red Parts

Editorial reviews

The Red Parts

Powerful and seeringly honest, it is a deeply personal account of a family’s grief, a wound reopened after 35 years. It also reveals a society obsessed with murder but unable to confront either its causes or its agonising effects.

In writing “The Red Parts,” Nelson has made her own box holding the fragments of many things. It’s not a beautiful object, but a valuable, coolly shimmering one, which captures the raw bewilderment that can affect a family for generations after a violent loss.

This is the beauty of this sparse book. Although it can be classified as true crime, The Red Parts has none of the trappings of a whodunit. It doesn’t look for answers, it just looks unflinchingly at the wreckage, the loss, the love and the fear. It bears witness.