Well, heck, and no, not that one. I’m just not sure how much to say about this book as I don’t want to give too much away, but you kind of do need a little context to understand the ins and outs of this particularly twisted and deadly tale. This is a book about murder, and not just one. This is ‘And Then There Were None’ with a twist, and I absolutely loved it.
And that, is perhaps all you need to know. Much like Agatha Christie’s classic, each of the ‘victims’ in this book is of allegedly morally dubious character. All have suffered a fall from grace and have been granted a lifeline with people from similar backgrounds in the form of a mysterious benefactor and an all expenses paid trip to a new island resort in the Isles of Scilly. So far, so ominous, right? But when you are down on your luck and really in need of a friend, would you say no?
Well, given all that befalls the characters after they arrive on the island, perhaps they should have done just that. What starts as a slightly fractious break involving a very mixed group of individuals turns into a fight to the death against a foe that nobody can find. And in true Paul Finch style, these deaths are something to behold. Occasionally gruesome, all timed to perfection, no sooner have the guests identified a potential suspect than something happens to throw everything they thought they knew into question.
The plot really keeps you on your toes and, listening to the audiobook as I did in this case, it really kept my attention gripped to the story. Hats off to narrator, Joe Jameson as it was a flawless performance that had me smiling and occasionally laughing in wicked delight, as well as grimacing at some of the more troubling methods of dispatch used by the killer. The individual characters popped, making keeping track of the rather large cast really easy, as was checking them off the mental tick list as each one met their maker.
It was an interesting experience delving into Paul Finch’s world. His previous experience in the police was put to great use here, perhaps giving some clue as to the direction of this story. But this is a book which is best described as morally ambiguous perhaps, given that none of the characters are whiter than white and, in some cases, many might argue that what happens is perhaps fate. But, despite knowing that they walked on the wrong side of the law, I really did like two of the central characters in the book, Jack McGurn and Claudia Crayford and found myself rooting for them, hoping they would be the ones to make it right to the end. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but out of everyone we meet, they are the only ones I really trusted, perhaps because of the way in which the author establishes their characters right from the very start.
If you like your crime stories on the darker side, then this could well be the book for you. Yes, the author uses the isolation of the location to his benefit, but then nothing that happens environmentally or mobile phone reception wise is actually been the realms of possibility. It is, after all, Scilly. Dark skies islands and a haven for wildlife. Dark days islands and a haven for wild killers too now it seems. And I loved it. Loved that the motive for the murders is unknown, even if the connection between the victims seems all too obvious. There is still so much ambiguity and misdirection, and the very fact that the victims are, by their own confession, untrustworthy makes everything seem all the more impossibly possible.
With pulsing tension, moments of drama that really do keep you on a knife edge, and pitch perfect tension that is backed by an atmospheric and haunting setting, this book really delivered for me, providing the pure escapism I craved, and a darkness that had me chuckling with a ewwww-hee-hee glee in all the right places. Definitely recommended.