|Genre||Novel (220 pp.)|
|Keywords||Abandonment, Aging, Caregivers, Homicide, Institutionalization, Power Relations|
This mystery novel, set in Chicago, centers on a nursing home called The Larkspur. Chips Devlin is, after the death of his housekeeper, placed in The Larkspur by a relative. Chips has been a mentor to Jimmy Flannery, who tries to find out why Chips has been so hastily put there.
Nosing around through Chicago's political and public service offices. Jimmy calls in favors and hands them out in an effort to learn what's really going on at The Larkspur, the 3-story converted mansion with a big back yard (complete with duck pond). After an elderly man who Jimmy had asked to be a lookout is murdered, Jimmy kidnaps Chips from The Larkspur but can't keep himself from trying to help those that remain by solving the murder.
Inside The Larkspur are not only the aging but also mental patients, put there in the 1970s after the government closed down mental institutions in an effort to save costs. The patients are threatened and doped; mice abound (exterminators are expensive, flatly states the administrator, who has her own secrets); politicians are in cahoots with venture capitalists who set up this string of 32 nursing homes in 7 states; Human Services can't check out every complaint; political favors (this is Chicago, remember) are repaid through warning nursing homes of impending visits by Human Services; Chips, lying in soiled bedclothes, is kept sedated--these conditions set the stage for murder and for Jimmy's determination to improve them. From Jimmy's wife Mary, a nurse, we get an idea of the ways modern medicine often confuses the issue of how the elderly should be treated.
Jimmy, a decent man ("I don't think anybody's insignificant," he says simply and honestly to one politician ), reminds us why it's hard to improve such conditions: "It's easy to say things should be better but nobody does anything"(136); "We'd vote against taxes"(144); "Worst thing about getting old is that it turns us into cowards because we figure there ain't gonna be nobody around to take care of us if we don't do it ourselves."(200)
|Place Published||New York|
|Annotated by||Taylor, Nancy D.|
|Date of Entry||10/19/98|