With The Mill, Mark West showed us that he had quiet, creepy horror pretty much nailed. With Drive, he turns his hand to the balls-to-the-wall thriller, and proves he's the master of that, too.
Drive pushes all the right buttons for me. In a genre overrun by maudlin tales of middle class angst and artsy-fartsy soul searching, along comes a fast-paced suburban nightmare adventure. Instead of story as a look-at-me excuse for flowery prose, we have tight, expressive writing that exists to serve the plot. Storytelling as it should be.
Mark West's writing is strong because it evokes people we know, in places we know, in situations we hope we'll never know. His characters are the people you work with, your friends, your neighbours, and his backdrops are right outside your door. Drive is set in his fictional town of Gaffney, a place he knows well, and through his writing, you will too. This novella perfectly captured that feeling of driving late at night through deserted neon lit streets that should be safe but you know aren't, meeting fellow late night citizens you hope are harmless, but fear could be feral. A skulking Audi with booming bass could be next to you at the lights, and after reading Drive, you'll certainly wish it wasn't.
All this pulls together to drag you into the page, and make sure that you can't leave until the author has finished with you. The tension ramps until you're breathless.
Brilliantly evocative, finger on the pulse storytelling. If you enjoy a good page turner, I suggest you get your ass into gear, pop the clutch and rush out to snag your copy...