The List by Michael Brissenden is an Australian crime thriller based in Australian themes and challenges that dominate the news around here.
Exciting right for us Aussies right!? Unfortunately it’s a crock. Michael Brissenden writes a half story here that’s clearly intended to be the first instalment of whatever. He gives us a crime that’s not thwarted, a mystery that’s unresolved and ultimately a story that goes NOWHERE whilst in the process definitely answering the question of why don’t more Australians dominate the crime fiction market.
Apparently, we cannot work past the notion that we’re Australian and we’re special. What utter garbage.
The first red flag is in the prologue… The antagonist: Scorpion or Spectre or whatever the hell we’re calling him (all the best villains have multiple aliases) repeatedly shares his admiration for Australian soldiers. They’re especially special and tough… not like the American ones.
So just so we’re clear… It’s an Australian, writing from the perspective of Afghan about how great Australians are. The Australian characters naturally use the words like oi and mate regularly whilst conversing to prove that their Australians… and do you think we get through this novel without an Aussie Aussie Aussie chant!? Hell no. Every chance the author gets to hammer home the point that it’s an Australian book about Australians, he take. It’s so… off putting.
Even the Prime Minister swears: F-Bomb after F-Bomb. It’s straight out of The Simpsons for goodness sakes.
And further compounding this weird identification complex going on, are an overabundance of forced references to middle eastern cultures… Lebanese restaurants and food, Islamic prayers, people from the Islamic countries and cultures. It’s almost as though the author needs us to know he’s researched things.
3 chapters in and serious contemplation was had for simply abandoning this novel then and there. Why go through more of this torture… fortunately a little bit of perseverance paid off in this case because it brought us to the one redeeming characteristic of this story. Underneath the frequent preposition and cultural dog’s breakfast on display for all is a refreshingly honest and deep social/political commentary about the life of everyday Muslims in Australia. And it’s amazing:
The Muslim community are scared. Judged. Feared. They feel mistrusted, are routinely rubbished, made to feel as though they don’t belong, aren’t wanted, won’t assimilate, pressured to leave. Treated as though they’re terrorists.
More and more the everyday disgruntled and angsty vulnerables in that population seek out and are sought out by those that prey on the disenchanted and disenfranchised. Many turn. It’s not being a Muslim. It’s not Islam. Hate breeds hate.
Yet right now, there are those in the country actively working towards harm to others… to spreading fear. If only you knew what those we entrust to protect know. The threat is real and it’s very scary.
So measures are taken. Investigations, surveillance, phone taps, interrogation, most legal, probably a whole bunch of things that are not. And part of the answer as shared by Dr. Hakim Hourani is that the Islamic community should actively engage/participate in the Australian community and disavow the actions of extremists whilst everyday Australians should embrace the positives of Islamic culture.
Full credit to Michal Brissenden here because he utterly nails the post mortem of this politically charged and complicated topic… if only he could make a story out of it because outside of this commentary, we get nothing.
Hakim is Sabre? We all knew because who else could it have been but why? Why is the man who spends the whole book preaching about tolerance, working against fear, embracing ideals both ways, steering away from terrorism… why is he the terrorist?
The plot point seems to be that he and the Prime Minister are working together to create fear so as to throw him in for election in an opposition safe-seat. The implication is that during the climax, they drag out the terror spiel for this reason but why is he Sabre?
Why was he fighting in Afghanistan chopping off the arms of Australian soldiers? Why was he ambushing them? Why didn’t he just kill Mick Harrison?
It seems as though Mick had to live so that he could start off as this story’s kind of mid-level antagonist… he kills young extremist Muslims whilst interrogating them for answers whilst searching for Scorpion or Sabre… whoever. Of course he never recognises Dr. Hourani the very prominent publicly endorsed representative of the Muslim community until the end… he sees his eyes on TV whilst on his deathbed and knows. He didn’t pick it up at any point before over the months of killing people and watching TV. Deathbed eyes see more.
The terrorist plot… the intricately detailed and deadly one the good guys are working on stopping over this entire story: non-issue. Either the 13 pronged attack falls apart in its entirety like a house of cards OR there never was an actual plot in the first place. The deadly scheme was for men to record a video in a no-access area so that someone could maybe be elected into a political party. The stakes don’t get higher than this (it’s truly a bad joke – no David Blaine isn’t floating he was just standing on his other leg the whole time). It’s actually better without knowing the truth.
And speaking of the good guys, we finally get to Sid and Haifa… strange that 900 odd words in and we’re just mentioning the names of the main protagonists for the first time.
Sid is obsessed with his deceased fiancé Rosie who died on the same mission as Mick. That’s important for reasons that aren’t yet specified despite a lot of talking about them. Reasons. Yeah. And then there’s this strange aura of the importance of said reasons whilst Sid is starting this new relationship with Haifa.
These two are kind of the moral compass of this story… there investigation of both the crime and ethics is ours and yet their finishing point: well we know something very suspicious went on probably involving Dr. Hakim and the PM. Now let’s drink, smoke weed and have sex as we don’t want to deal with this... it’s too hard/complicated. Fair enough I guess as many might do the same in this circumstance but it’s hardly the same take as Superman is it?
Like so many other novels, the revelation isn’t worth the build. This time it’s because the primary of this novel is to build for a sequel Here’s the lesson though… even if you’re writing an arc, each story needs its own instalment and this one is lacking.
This is a one star book and it only gets that due to the political commentary that correctly illustrated a very delicate and challenging/confronting issue facing Australians