Scott Nicholson, Liquid Fear (Thomas and Mercer, 2011)
Full disclosure: this book was provided to me free of charge by Amazon Vine.
I want to start off this review by trumpeting, SCOTT NICHOLSON IS BACK! The only problem with that is that Scott Nicholson never actually went much of anywhere; he just flew under the radar for a while, rocking his own mic by way of Haunted Computer Books, his self-publishing venture. Well, he's poked his head up aboveground again as one of the “new” kids on the block at Thomas and Mercer, Amazon's own mystery/thriller imprint, and if you're familiar with Nicholson, you should be rejoicing as much as I am that the guy has another shot at getting his books into stores across the nation.
If you're not familiar with Scott Nicholson, before telling you to take the plunge into Liquid Fear, the first in a projected series, I will tell you to go back to the beginning and check out a scary-ass little novel called The Red Church (viz. review 2Aug2004), originally publiched by Pinnacle in 2002 (currently in reprint via CreateSpace and available cheap-cheap in ebook form). That's a lotta novel, that is, and it is well worth reading. After that, Nicholson and Pinnacle parted ways, and while I'm sure there's all sorts of rational(-ized) explanations for that on both sides, it's pretty obvious one of the reasons is “they ain't gonna publish as fast as I'm gonna write.” Nicholson and Haunted Computer pretty much exploded in the decade since; the Scott Nicholson Library, in ebook form, is now up to vol. 4, plus a few other anthology-type releases. Scott Nicholson writes books like Merzbow makes noise—a lot of it, in a very short time span. Which brings us back to late 2011, Thomas and Mercer, and Liquid Fear. As I write this, book two, Chronic Fear, has also hit the streets, and if you want to know what the rest of this review will tell you in a nutshell, I'm planning on picking it up pretty quick.
Liquid Fear is genre thriller the way The Red Church is genre horror, and I do not mean that in any sort of pejorative sense. To the contrary, Nicholson understands very well what to do with the trappings of genre fiction in order to maximize value. This is a thriller that has two speeds, “full speed” and “lookout, Erma, we're gonna blow that turn!”, a sufficiently creepy villain, protagonists who are far too clueless for their own good (and a reasonable enough explanation for their cluelessness so we're not sitting here yelling “no, don't open the door, you idiot!” at the book every five minutes), a hitman with ambition, shady government and religious officials, you name it, all of which lives in service to a tight plot that neither asks too much of the reader nor asks too much to strain the reader's credibility. This can be a fine line to walk, at least jusging by some of my recent forays into the genre, but Nicholson treads it like a Wallenda on crystal meth. Comparatively, the book's problems are minor, and also fall within the usual trappings of genre (some purple prose, some characters who aren't quite as developed as would be nice, etc.). The upside to this is that if you're looking for a genre thriller, you will likely be expecting them all, and so they won't detract too much from the experience. This one's a lot of fun, and worth your time if you're a thriller fan. *** ½