Richard Marsh has a comfortable life. A manager in a pharmaceutical company owned by his wealthy father-in-law, he has the wife, children, house and car that many would envy. But he’s trapped. Trapped in a sterile marriage. Trapped in a monotonous job. He’s gripped by cycles of obsessive compulsion, envying the people he watches through the lens of his camera at night. People who don’t know he’s there. People doing things that his wife won’t do. Tempted into fraud, infidelity and worse, Richard’s life begins to spiral, dragging him deeper. Deep enough to lose everything.
Deep enough to consider the unthinkable…
THE WATCHER is the debut novel from David Wheeler, a story of sexual obsession, laced with dark humour, and introducing a character who some people may recognise in themselves or their loved ones. Whether any of them would go so far as Richard though, is another matter.
According to his family, David Wheeler is a balding, middle aged grump. He thinks of himself as a silver fox with a scintillating stock of stories from years of working in the chemical industry around the World. When not writing in his Wiltshire home, he spends his time building complex Lego models, drinking gin and travelling. He doesn’t own a cat, dog or llama and hasn’t murdered anyone. Yet.
Shocking, disturbing and totally gripping. Such clever twists to the plot that I actually shouted out loud, "No!" when I reached the end. Despite struggling with some of the explicitly sexual passages, these were integral to the main character's motivation. A dark, funny and beautifully crafted fiction.