So, I’ve had some time to reflect since finishing this one and my overall feeling is one of frustration, frustration at what is a strange mix of some truly compelling parts mixed with stuff that just didn’t stick at all and quickly faded from my memory. Never Flinch is a book that teases, that threatens to be excellent, but ultimately doesn’t deliver and instead feels tired, feels like hard work, and - at least to someone like me who isn’t enamoured with Holly Gibney - begs for this character to be shelved, for a few years minimum if not binned all-together.
Let me start with what I liked here, as there was plenty of it. This story runs via a number of threads that start with distance from each other before slowly, inevitably converging towards a big meeting at the end. That takes skill to pull off, and King makes it work well here - I guess you could say he doesn’t flinch! Anyway, those parallel tracks of Trig’s killing spree blended with connections to the worlds of recovery and meetings - a world King knows well and is always able to draw so clearly, along with Kate McKay’s roadtrip, her stalker - with whom we also spend plenty of time inside their head, as well as the seemingly minor distractions of Sista Bessie, the police v fire department baseball match, and catching up with Robinsons. That’s a lot of plates to spin and while I found a couple of those paths far more interesting, King pulled it off with the climax.
That ending is worthy of a mention here. It is good; propulsive, frenetic, tense…I moved through the final hundred pages faster than the 300 that had come before it. Once the handbrake was taken off, this book moves and it is fun.
But, most of all, it’s the villains I liked here. King gives us a pair of captivating baddies that are running their own races, and is able to bring them together in a way that just about works. Kate’s stalker is hella interesting - a dark backstory and a fascinating present day scenario. I can’t say too much because of spoilers, but I enjoyed following them, learning more about what was going on with them and who was driving them.
But it’s Trig who is the standout part of this book for me. As King tends to do in the Gibneyverse, he shows us who the killer is early on and gives us a howdunnit instead of a whodunnit. That means we know Trig is our guy basically from the start, and the scenes where we see him killing are fantastic and chilling. There is a coldness, a bluntness and a randomness to Trig’s actions that really got under my skin - yes, he has a purpose with his actions, but the exact details of the lives he takes mean nothing to him. His first victim - a woman out jogging with her dog - could have been anyone, and the way Trig then muses over what life and what connected lives he has just completely exploded really got to me. As the novel goes on, Trig feels less and less stable, which makes him even more compelling on the page…as we often get in Holly books, he’s a great villain.
There are some elements about Never Flinch that I was ambivalent about. Actually, there were some characters that made me feel this way. Izzy felt more developed, but I didn’t buy just how in awe of Holly she was all of the time. I had high hopes for Kate McKay, but was left a little underwhelmed - mainly because I still don’t really know what her politics are, or really what she stands for. She’s clearly a divisive figure, but that largely seems to be based on being pro-choice and wanting better rights for women…but when it comes to ‘content’ from her talks in this book, it feels light. I was expecting something bigger, more bombastic…although I’m obviously relieved to know she has ‘full breasts’ - a key detail of course!
I won’t lie, I was very nervous about the prospect of Sista Bessie going into this book, but the result was much better than I was expecting. Yes, she feels like a caricature of a Black, larger than life, legendary soul singer, but she feels like a breath of fresh air compared to some of King’s non-white characters. I did not buy her obsession with Barbara, but it seems that everyone loves every single Robinson character in this world without question. I grew to enjoy Bessie more as the book went on, but didn’t need reminding every other page how much her breasts were. I get it, she’s well-equipped, thanks!
The plot was generally pretty good. I was sceptical of Holly ending up as a bodyguard but I understand how King got there. Kate wanted a woman who wasn’t connected to the police, so she fits the bill…but in the real world someone in the firing line would surely have hired, you know, an actual bodyguard? Other than that, Trig’s ongoing quest for revenge worked for me and was the fizz the book needed when it would otherwise have felt flat. However, there was also a lot here that I read and forgot almost instantly…there wasn’t the usual stickiness that a King book gives us. This was like a boring flavour of bubblegum…there in your mouth while you’re chewing, but gone and forgotten soon after.
But, there were things I didn’t like here. I won’t simply say it was Holly; I actually enjoyed seeing her much more socially capable and much more confident in herself and willing to break from her comfort zone and try new things. Holly just being Holly here was ok. It was everyone else’s complete love for her that I bucked against. Everyone she encounters here knows who she is and thinks she is the best thing since sliced bread and it is exhausting. In particular it was Izzy’s reverence for her that put me off - I didn’t believe an actual detective would be so reliant on Holly and I just found it tiresome.
And then there’s the Robinsons. Jerome doesn’t feature more - although we do get a reminder that he’s a best-selling author now. It almost feels as though King is maybe tiring of him. Not so much Barbara. I was basically rolling my eyes every time she appeared.
I didn’t accept that Sista Bessie, this all-time legend, would start her reunion tour in Buckeye City purely because of Barbara. Sure, she liked her book of poetry, but come on? And for Barbara to spend a few days as a roadie? Only to then move her to a backing singer, because obviously Barbara is an amazing singer as well as everything else, and to then turn Barbara’s poems into not just a song, but THE song that would close her set and get updated for every city they were in? Nah. Come on. It’s too much. The line when Sista Bessie basically yelled ‘you’re so goddam talented’ to Barbara actually made me groan.
That’s one of my biggest takeaways from Never Flinch; these characters need a break…a permanent one if needs be. There are no stakes here, not really…it’s so clearly established that Holly is the bee’s knees and we know King loves her too much to dispose of her. But her deductions here often felt too easy. It bordered on being phoned in at times. As for the Robinsons? I don’t need to read about them ever again. They can do everything to a world-class standard, they have no flaws and they are dull, dull, dull. I liked them in the Mercedes trilogy, but really don’t need them any more.
My other takeaway came from King’s afterword. This book appears to have been an effort to birth into the world. It went through various titles - We Think Not and Always Holly - and was written over a period where King had hip replacement surgery. He mentions that his wife Tabitha read the first draft and told him he could do better…and I still think he could improve this, if I’m being honest. There’s almost a resignation in that closing section where he talks about being as happy as he can be with it, and it feels more profound than his usual self-depricating false modesty. I get a sense this book wanted to come out but made life tough for King to realise that ambition. I get the sense it was a slog, that it was work…and that’s how I found it as a reading experience.
King is famously productive. He’s been blessing us with at least one new book a year for half a century pretty much and he’s still doing it. It’s an incredible feat. But this is the first time where I feel like he might have benefitted from a pause. I’d rather have a fallow year and get something where he writes with the flair and conviction that we got in the stories in You Like It Darker in 2024, than risk something like this being churned out that has some moments but is largely flat.
And don’t get me wrong, there were big chunks of this I liked - even trying to be as objective as possible, there are swathes here that swat away lesser authors with ease. Trig is a brilliant character, and his killing scenes are some of the most unnerving and spine-chilling passages I’ve read all year. Those sections are where King finds a groove, locks in, and delivers the goods. But, overall this feels tired, this feels like an acceptance of being ‘good enough’ rather than ‘good’ or ‘great’. I will always get excited for new King, I will always read it and I will always encourage others to give it a try, but I can’t see Never Flinch being any Constant Reader’s favourite book.
Thanks *so much* to Hodder for the early copy!