Through a Glass Darkly
I was immediately sucked into CRACK, a novella by Chris Barraclough. Not just a thriller, this story, but one that I could not put down and that, I’m sure, will haunt me for some time. Yes, the story is action packed, but the book is about the pain of being misunderstood, about ignorance, abuse, regret, cruelty; it is about what it feels like to be down and out in a society seemingly without soul.
Its setting—two towers of the Hightide council estates “in the heart of Broken Britain”—is dystopian. It has no charm or hope. The author’s prose is unique, remarkable, as is his ability to create rich, contradictory characters in a few words without leaving the story.
The main character, Nathan Pang, is a guilt-ridden policeman, a man with a past who loves his son and yearns for a better world. At one point he is asked if he has children. “‘Yes. I’ve got a boy. A son.’ Pang’s nails dug into the curtain.”
He is an outcast come to the towers to investigate a brawl that disturbed local residents. By his actions, Pang escalates the tension. Hated by and hiding from the inhabitants, Pang is himself broken, imperfect, riddled with guilt and pain. His story is punctuated by editorial remarks, obtuse and fractured, by a press purporting to summarize the rioting in Hightide.
I found the book gripping, the prose, spare and magnificent. The characters still linger in my head. Here is one of many memorable passages, an image central to the book’s meaning, occurring shortly after the accident that is the story’s catalyst.
“A perfect white trainer sat discarded on its side just a few feet beyond. Laces undone, the front of the sole hung open like a wide, gaping maw, frozen in a silent scream.”
I recommend the book to all readers who want memorable characters as much as they crave exciting plot, who want something more than resolution after reading a tense thriller.