From the
BLURB:
How did a father with no criminal history come
to be on trial for the brutal murder of his wife?
It began with a phone call to Brisbane police
on 20 April 2012. Allison, wife of real-estate agent Gerard Baden-Clay, was
missing.
When investigating officers arrived at the
family home, in one of the city's wealthiest suburbs, a neatly dressed Gerard
had been getting the couple's three daughters ready for school. Scratches on
his face were shaving cuts, he told them. Police weren't so sure and opened one
of Australia's biggest ever missing persons investigations.
Ten days after Gerard reported Allison's
disappearance, the body of the former beauty queen was discovered on a creek
bank 14 kilometres from home.
The Murder of Allison Baden-Clay is written by
the investigative journalist who covered the case from the start. It weaves
together exclusive interviews and police and court records to explain how a
father with no criminal history came to be on trial for a brutal murder. It's
also a story about everyday choices and their consequences.
I don’t
normally read true crime novels – truth be told, I don’t read much non-fiction
in general but true crime is a particular genre I avoid. This is odd, I’ll
admit, since I am an avid-newsreader and will often get sucked into particular
current events, often harrowing, and wonder about them for days on end. But
true crime books just don’t appeal … until I got sucked into Serial Podcast,
that ode to investigative journalism hosted by Sarah Koenig and spin-off of
This American Life. The first season delves into the 1999 murder of 18-year-old
Hae Min Lee, and her ex-boyfriend Adnan Masud Syed life-sentence conviction for
her murder.
It was the end
(and my enjoyment) of the 12-episode season one of Serial podcast that prompted
me to read outside my normal comfort zone … and I picked up David Murray’s true
crime novel about the 2012 disappearance and subsequent murder trial of Allison
Baden-Clay because another pop-culture phenomenon got me thinking back on the
case. I saw ‘Gone Girl’ – the adaptation of Gillian Flynn’s bestseller – this
year, and the story of a wife-gone-missing and her husband faltering in the
glare of the media spotlight had me drawing some serious parallels to the
Baden-Clay case (as was Flynn’s intention – having researched many past famous
cases of uxoricide for her book).
So I delved
into David Murray’s true crime book – the case still so fresh, as the guilty
verdict (and sentence of life imprisonment) of Allison’s husband Gerard
Baden-Clay was handed down in July 2014. David Murray – a journalist for
The Courier-Mail and Sunday Mail – was on the case from the first hints of a
drama unfolding back in April 2012, when Gerard Baden-Clay phoned police to
report his wife missing.
The book
opens on April 20, 2012 with Gerard making a phone-call to police to say he
woke up to find his wife gone, unreturned from her usual morning walk and
himself starting to worry because she had a conference to attend. When the
first two officers on the scene see Gerard Baden-Clay they are struck by a
weeping wound on his cheek, what looks to be scratch marks, but he claims are
cuts from shaving. It is these startling wounds that immediately kick
investigations into high-gear, and ultimately lead police to Gerard Baden-Clay
as their prime suspect in the murder of his wife, once her body is found days
later, unceremoniously dumped down a creek embankment.
David Murray
then draws back from the case to take a broader look at the lives of Allison
Dickie, and her future husband Gerard Clay (name changed to ‘Baden’-Clay to
reflect his family’s affiliation to Robert Baden-Powell, the founder of the
Scout Movement).
At times
David Murray’s investigations into the parents, grandparents and
great-grandparents of Allison and Gerard bored me … but the somewhat excessive
information becomes crucial later on, as Murray rather masterfully builds a
character depiction of Allison, but especially her elusive husband.
Journalist
David Murray having contacts in the wealthy Brookfield area where the
Baden-Clays lived started calling around town almost immediately to get an idea
of this family in the wake of their tragedy. He was told glowing stories of
Allison’s kindness and hard work, her self-sacrifice and love for her three
young daughters. What he found about Gerard was trickier – sometimes hearing
scathing character assessments from disgruntled former colleagues, locals who
found Gerard’s entire family odd and self-important, and Murray was told the
worst-kept secret in town was Gerard’s numerous affairs buried behind his
family-man persona.
Living in
Melbourne when this case was unfolding in Queensland, I quickly realised that I
only knew the bare bones of this case which was dominating headlines around
Australia, but especially in Queensland. I didn’t realise that there was such
gossip and many armchair-detectives speculating almost immediately that “the
husband did it”, or the numerous compelling pieces of evidence that left little
doubt in people’s minds. In one particularly fascinating chapter, Murray
comments on the new-age of reporting that was born out of this case that saw
reporters ‘live-tweeting’ from inside the courtroom, and saw the case discussed
(much like Serial podcast was) by internet-sleuths:
The amateur sleuth has long been a staple in
crime fiction. The idea that average Joes and Josephines can crack cases that
have stumped the professionals appeals to armchair detectives the world over.
Because I
was so unfamiliar with all but the bare facts of the case, I found details into
the Queensland police force’s amazingly detailed and steadfast case really
fascinating. But I understand there’s probably not a lot here that
Queenslanders who were glued to their TV screens didn’t already know – no
thanks again to the Internet buzz the case created.
Almost 1500 lines of inquiry were run out during
Operation Kilo Intrigue, three times as many as the average murder
investigation.
But on the
flipside of no really new or startling information, I found that David Murray’s
true investigative strength lay in deciphering the ‘character’ of Gerard Baden-Clay.
I think this case especially resonated because fairly soon the public realised
that, behind the smiling photos and public appearances, the Baden-Clay’s lives
and marriage were in tatters. Financial crisis and extramarital affairs were
plaguing them; yet family, friends and the wider community thought them to be a
tight-knit, happy family. There’s always going to be intrigue in ripping away
a seemingly perfect veneer to show a darker underbelly – it’s the human
condition to be fascinated by the masks we wear.
Murray
unravels Gerard’s many lies and misdirection’s about his real estate business,
his mistress and the story he weaved that seemed to even convince himself that
he was untouchable. At one point in deciphering Gerard, Murray reached out to
an ex-FBI consultant who specialised in body language. Murray sent him a link
to Gerard Baden-Clay’s one impromptu media interview that was indeed very
damning, and seemed to paint him as a consummate actor – imitating grief. To
compare what this FBI specialist thinks about Gerard’s performance, Murray
watches a clip of Tom Meagher, in a grotesquely fascinating chapter;
I went back to YouTube and searched for clips
of Tom Meagher. It seemed an obvious comparison and revealed a tale of two
husbands. Meagher’s wife, Jill, vanished after a night out with friends in
Melbourne in September 2012. It occurred just three months after Gerard
Baden-Clay had been charged with murdering the wife he reported missing. As
initial reports about Jill’s disappearance became public, a few cynics eyed her
husband with suspicion. But Tom was an open book, throwing himself in front of
the media in a constant push to keep his wife’s face on TV and in the
newspapers.
David
Murray’s book is also an ode to the Queensland police force who left no stone
unturned, as well as a hat-tip to the everyday citizens who were quite
incredible in helping to search for Allison. One story in particular about the
boss of the Queensland Herbarium who went above-and-beyond as a specialist
witness for the police, investigating plant varieties discovered matted in
Allison’s hair was particularly touching, even while still so macabre.
Where the
book falters is also, ironically, where Serial Podcast dropped the ball a bit
too. As a recent article on the podcast pointed out; "Serial doesn’t
really explore the wider issue of someone killing a woman,” and nor does
Murray. I think there’s little doubt that there was psychological and emotional
abuse happening to Allison at the hands of Gerard during their marriage. In a
couple of paragraphs at the very end of the book there’s a description of how
Allison’s cousin (who works for the Ipswich Women's Centre Against Domestic
Violence) attended a Domestic Violence workshop and was shocked (and then oddly
comforted) to see a photo of Gerard Baden-Clay flash up on the screen during a
talk about types of men who kill their partners – Gerard being labelled a Narcisisst.
Murray then makes a one-line mention of Allison’s cousin starting a Facebook
page for people dealing with domestic abuse to share stories and seek support …
this struck me as odd, when Murray went into so much fine detail about the
Queensland Herbarium boss conducting research into plant varieties that he
wouldn’t look further into this side of Allison Baden-Clay’s murder.
So. I’ve
done it – read a true crime novel for the first time in years. It was a
morbidly ‘enjoyable’ (that doesn’t feel like the right word, somehow?) reading
experience. I’m not sure I’ll be rushing to pick another one up – I admired
Murray’s attention to detail, his efforts to paint a full picture of Allison
and how remarkable she was – consequently, highlighting what the world lost when she was
murdered. Much like Serial pocast, this book is also an ode to investigative journalism, and it's eerie connections to Gone Girl make it a fascinating read to boot.
4/5