Why does it thrill? But it does! Reading a fictional story set in the real world. Set in your real world. Somewhere you've actually been. So when the story took me to "The Mussel Pot", a cafe in Havelock, New Zealand, the "Green Lipped Mussel Capital of the World", I was thrilled with delight. My brain was shouting, Oh my god I've been there! I sat at those tables! I ate those mussels! And by cracky, I did. My wife and I were tourists in the Marlborough Sound region of the South Island of New Zealand back in 2006.
We were there long before Sergeant Nick Chester moved in with his wife Vanessa and son Paulie. My wife and I spent two leisurely weeks exploring Nelson, Blenheim, Canvastown, Picton and Havelock. All charming, peaceful, law abiding little towns. We even skipped round the fairy-like walk at Pelorus Bridge. A wonderful and beauteous stay in a sweet little country where the biggest pest was the foolishly introduced Australian possum.
Alan Carter is a dab hand at detective thrillers and his latest, "Doom Creek" reflects his natural talent. Alan, like Nick, was born in Sunderland in the United Kingdom but, unlike Nick, emigrated by choice and not to avoid being targeted by gangsters. Alan currently lives somewhere south of Hobart in Tasmania while Nick's whereabouts, at the end of "Doom Creek", is less certain.
Sergeant Nick Chester works in a vastly different Marlborough Sound to the one my good wife and I motored round all those years ago. Things have changed and for the worse. A hunting lodge of redneck, madcap Americans has moved in, just up the road, in Nick's own exquisite home valley. Part of the real-life influx of cashed up Americans who see New Zealand as safer than God's Own Country, post-Trump, and good soil in which to plant their guns and selfish libertarianism. Nick's not thrilled by them but live and left live. High level politics seem to be one ingredient of the mash.
And out of the blue a bizarre cold case pops up in this pristine wilderness. Nick gets the case but only because he's a small town cop and the big guys from Nelson have bigger problems on their minds. Perfect! And on and on the complex and well written story whirs.
All the characters fit nicely into our expectations of an off-the-grid rural, and feral, New Zealand with a jostling mix of Maori and Pakeha. Not all are good, not even the heroes, and, of course, not all the evil doers are entirely bad. Way it should be!
Sergeant Nick Chester is not without his own saddle-bags and as you might expect in a cop who doesn't always refer to his rule book, he does make life hard for himself at times. Still there's an underlying tough love that does seem to be part of the matrix in life in small places.
After I had finished "Doom Creek", I had to watch our CD of photographs from our New Zealand holiday just to convince myself that what I had just read was pure fiction. It was. Just that. Good pure fiction.