#Seventeen – John Brownlow
#HodderAndStoughton (2022)
Despite proverbs claiming otherwise, neither money nor the love thereof is the root of all evil, power is. Money may buy power, however, often bearing the appearance of hired muscle: the paid assassins. The ones whose names you may never know, but whose actions will echo across the globe.
They have no names, simply because they relinquish the names together with their previous lives. The names belong to the persons that they once were. Known by numbers only, and reminiscent of the classic “Highlander” motto, there can be only one. Fourteen was eliminated by Fifteen, and Fifteen by Sixteen. Seventeen is now the most feared assassin in the world, receiving his instructions from a person known only as Handler. But, unlike his predecessors, he did not secure his position by killing Sixteen. Sixteen simply disappeared. But now he is back, and only one man will be left standing.
Assassin novels thrive on deception, intelligence, counterintelligence, fast-paced action, violence, and thrill-a-minute high speed chases. This is no exception, but the elected technique to not name the characters adds to the mystery and suspense of this novel.
Seventeen, the first-person narrator, is known only by his chosen alias, Jones. He does reveal his past in flash back chapters, but at his own pace and selectively so. His habit of addressing the reader directly, such as: “You’re probably thinking…” (79) creates a certain intimacy, a sense of inclusion, if you will. His dark sense of humour and irony are subtly exposed in these comments: “There are four stages to a hitman’s career: 1. Who is Jones? 2. Get me Jones! 3. Get me someone like Jones! 4. Who is Jones?” (46); “I take it flat out, soar over the tips, and land among dinosaurs.” (248) and “Lebanon is a country where children’s exam results are celebrated by firing AK-47’s, and a really good result calls for an RPG.” (269)
The pace is relentless, the scenes described with cinematic clarity, and the one life-threatening situation follows the other with clockwork regularity – there is even a chase by a real, very annoyed, bear. Short chapters and time jumps ensure that the tempo does not waver, the shortest chapter (62) consisting of only two words.
Seventeen has the closing word, reminding any reader wishing to argue that the novel is unrealistic to bear in mind that “Behind the scenes you know are the killers you don’t”.
But somewhere Eighteen is waiting, biding his time.
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