Bret Lott’s The Hunt Club writes about Huger Dillard, a fifteen year old boy, and his development from childhood to facing the darkness of the outside world. The mystery begins as a mutilated body is discovered in Huger’s Uncle’s hunting club. They are then off to search for the criminal and the notions behind their actions. Sound interesting? Well, it doesn’t last long. After one or two pages of somewhat engaging story-telling, the novel completely loses its momentum as the sluggish process of finding the murderer becomes a pathway of boredom.
In scenarios where there are supposedly exciting car rides or a chase on just two feet, the descriptions of the setting were excessively detailed and unnecessary to the plot, causing the tension to die down. For example, during a car chase scene, the car stops to describe that “Across from us was a Piggly Wiggly, and a Phar-Mor Drugs, and a Piece Goods store, a video store, a dry cleaner’s.” The entire book is packed with these needless details and is incredibly distracting to the plot itself. By the end of each chapter, you realize how tedious it was to read because if it was cut down to the parts that actually contributed to the plot, it would be half a page long.
I do, though, appreciate how Lott attempted to clearly depict the thought process of Huger, since it was written in first person. Therefore, the wording of his thoughts was in one word sentences like they were coming straight from his mind, like “But here. Here there were books. Everywhere.” Also, there would be arbitrary flashbacks as Huger recalls something from the past, similar to how everyday people suddenly remember past occurrences. This way, the reader can relate to the emotions felt by Huger. However, this, again, often diverts our attention away from the plotline, so I personally found it counter effective.
Overall, I still believe that after the introduction, it took all the way to the ending for the novel to become at least half-way suspenseful. Everything, between the first encounter with the mystery and solving it, was bland and slow. It was like having a killer chase a victim into a dark alley, but then having to stop and chit-chat for a couple hours until he finally knifes the guy. The entire way through, I just wanted to skip to the end. In short, The Hunt Club is 10 pages of a decent story and 228 pages of banal filler.