A wife crushed by childlessness and washed out by NHS’s mishandling of COVID.
A husband demolished by a vicious and unfair #MeToo attack.
They come to rural Cornwall, and a murder mystery ensues. It’s a good mystery but what I found much more impressive is that there’s a clear and unvarnished depiction of #MeToo as destructive and horrid. George, the #MeTooted husband, was a sincerely lefty journalist but that didn’t help when the time came for him to suffer a media mobbing over a misinterpreted joke.
Let Me In contrasts the general indifference towards an actual pedophile with the evisceration George experiences after making a clumsy joke about pedophiles around an easily scandalized teenager. Crimes of word and crimes of deed have swapped places.
It’s encouraging to see that popular literature is turning against #MeToo in a straightforward, unapologetic way. Let Me In also states it clearly that a man like George, who has no claims to being “diverse,” has no hope of clawing his way back into a career once he’s tarnished by the overheated word police.
To be clear, the novel is not about #MeToo. George’s loss of his job and reputation is provided as background to the murder mystery. But still, it’s good to hear this message no matter how tangential it is to the story.
A solid murder mystery about pedophiles but offers no graphic descriptions of anything unsavory.

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