Peter James has now offically taken James Herbert's place as my favourite British writer of horror/thriller fiction.
As described, this book was a taught, engaging, gruesomely disturbing story about grief and anger, and in the villain's case, revenge. Having only read one other of his books before - this being 'Alchemist' - I already had high expectations for Peter James, and while 'Alchemist' took about 100 pages before anything really got going, 'Denial' begins straight away on a high note, and is consistently good throughout, even if it does lag a little in the middle section.
The writing was solid, and the story works very well as a page-turning thriller. All things considered, I am very glad for having read this book - it was a fucking farcry from the last thing I suffered through - and that is really what it's all about.
On a more grounded basis, this was superior to many others books of the genre, but having said that, I did still find it a little boring at parts, and there are a few downfalls I should point out.
As I said before, there are moments in this book where the pacing stops up, and James gets a little overly descriptive with his settings, which for me at least, results in my attention switching off a little, and I find myself reading the words but not really taking them in - a little like 'The Bible'.
The pacing also suffers with the constant switch between various characters, and some of them - Detective Glen Branson, especially - seem to be doing nothing of much use until the closing section of the story.
There were a little too many similarities between this and other famous films, such as 'Sunset Boulevard' (with the failed actress's obsession with her diminished fame), 'Psycho' with the creepy, somewhat pitiful hold that the warped mother has over her son, and even 'Silence of the Lambs', with the villain referring to one of his victim's as "it", whilst keep her locked in a pitch-black cellar, and watching her with nightvision goggles. That last paralell was a little too much. But to be honest, all writers - nay, all creative persons in general - have to find their inspiration from somewhere, so these similarities to other major films can be forgiven, as they have been.
The last thing I must criticize is the relationship between Michael Tennent and Amanda Capstick, and the terribly unfitting sex-scene that occurs between them. I found this relationship cheap and lazy, and their love for each other was established not through any emotional journey whatsoever. At just around page 100, they make love in one of the most drawnout sex-scenes I've read. Now I like gratuitous sex just as much as the next person, but I also think there is a time and a place, and in this case, the sex just felt corny and weird and was too large a shift from the otherwise gloomy tone of the novel. But whatever, the sex scene is pretty hot, so it's not that bad.
Anyway, that's my take on Peter James's 'Denial'. It's a great story by a great writer, and while I only rated it three stars, I think many other people would love it, so check it out.