I admit to reading the first 180 pages and skimming the rest.
I received this book in Christmas book club exchange and was intrigued by the local setting (I live in Victoria, BC, where this book is set) and psychological drama/thriller promised by the back cover.
Unfortunately… this fails as a thriller because there is no mystery. The reader knows everything right from the start. There’s no unsolved questions to keep those pages turning!
Now, if there is no unsolved mystery, perhaps what keeps the pages turning is character development and insights into human existence? Alas, not. Our main character, Paul, is a dull fellow who relates his story with little urgency and limited complexity. We meander through this man’s mind, sometimes his ordinary thoughts and sometimes his medically distorted ones, but they are all incredibly boring. We are forced to remember with him, often at length, encounters with friends or family that have no bearing on the plot. In particular, we endure many intrusive anecdotes about his artist friend and Buddhist philosophy which do not connect to the character’s major conflict: to tell the truth or continue his lie to protect his life as he knows it. This conflict is an interesting premise and relatable! What would any of us do in Paul’s situation?
I can tell you what I would not do. I would not be pondering my dear departed friend and his thoughts on Buddhism at length. I would not be confronting the father of the victim of the accident (Reg Jensen) or accusing him of stalking my family. I would not be taking medication with serious psychiatric side effects without supervision from family members. I would not be obsessing my spouse’s prior partner and whether there may still be something between them. I would not be recalling fond details about my in-laws, including, gratuitously, how they once “enjoyed a rewarding sex life.” I would not mention offhandedly the dramatic death of my parents in a car crash and how I had to break up with my prior partner at that time because, weirdly, my partner took it harder than I did. Nope, none of that.
This book has the nugget of a good story, but something got lost in the process here. A good (but ruthless) editor would have removed the unnecessary digressions and honed in on the core of the story: will Paul tell the truth or will he lie forevermore? And if he does lie, what implications will there be for the rest of his life? I think the book was trying to go there, but it didn’t. Instead, the narrative forcibly drove me down some windy, dusty backroads until I flung myself out of the car.
I will say I enjoyed the Victoria scenery, though at times this also seemed gratuitous, like an ad for tourists or for locals the “hey, I know that place” enjoyment of recognition. This was particularly true for me because Paul lives in the same neighbour as my in-laws. Probably only a few blocks over. So I did get the delight of “I know that place!” Unfortunately, I could not stomach the thought of ever meeting Paul there!