Being a super-rich, world-famous mystery writer is great, as long as you can keep everyone believing that you pen your own books--and also that you’re not a murderer.
This is the problem Henry Hayden faces at the start of Sascha Arango’s The Truth and Other Lies, a novel so darkly funny and compulsively readable, you’ll have to pace yourself if you want it to last you more than a couple days.
Turns out, the author of Henry's wildly best-selling books is his wife, Martha, an eccentric recluse tapping out the novels on an old typewriter in utter obscurity. Keeping his secret safe--and his wife churning out the hits--is Henry’s main MO. But he also has the tiny problem of a pregnant mistress who wants to go public with their affair, as well as a vendetta-fueled former classmate scheming to expose a 25-year gap in Henry’s life that no one has been able to account for.
When Henry kinda-sorta accidentally kills Martha (it’s complicated), his true nature comes to light. On the one hand, he’s tender and remorseful and committed to setting things right. On the other hand, his life would be a lot less complicated if a few more people turned up dead…
A fascinating portrait of a man who’s reliant on others for his own welfare--and just beyond the scope of moral accountability.