“What lies do you tell? Because we all lie. Every one of us, and whoever claims they don’t is the biggest liar of all.”
In the Dark transports us to the wildness and intrepid isolation of British Columbia, rushing water cold as ice that steals your breath and gaggles of trees lining the seemingly infinite, alive forest, where a group of strangers have been called to meet for the alluring promise of a luxury experience of pampering at a spa in a remote, undisclosed location, only reachable by plane and hard to track down by even the nimblest of eagle eyes. Everything cataclysmically rockets down from there, though, as where they have been sent is not what it purports to be, but a ruse of sorts following in the crooked vein of psychological manipulation, parts of which mirror after Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None.
As the novel progresses, so does the familiarity that begins to set in that all of these people have vaguely met somewhere before. Each character carries the undeniable, rapidly building weight of a lingering sense of déjà vu. And overarching worry that their deepest, darkest secrets, most of which could be potentially life-changing in their fatality and that they’ve since tried to long keep buried away, could come to be revealed and ruin the more steady façade and new life they’ve strategically built for themselves and in some cases their children.
“An alternate reality. A nightmare dimension. A horror movie. That’s what we’re in.”
The story is brought to life through multiple perspectives and timelines that come together to reveal the true nature of why each of these people have been chosen for this unnerving, deadly game of cat and mouse “where there might only be one or maybe none” left standing. And maybe all that was set in cement as the pair of trackable footsteps needed to be analyzed and preserved for evidence in this building crime scene could be reversed if the dogged manipulation and hunches that people have that the other has something to hide and could potentially be an increasingly fatal foe spirals maniacally out of control with a seething vengeance.
However, the pace and puzzle of this otherwise well-crafted story laboriously dragged in spots and became roiled in a storm not of a completely dangerously unpredictable caliber, but of a doomed sense of predictability as I waited for a more gripping twist. But maybe this story wasn’t meant to be that and it was more a story of how we can be toyed with and teased by a wicked fate, which I can appreciate, but I still unfortunately found parts of the stories and my building of a sense of spirited, invested connection to each of the characters to be a slight slog to wade through as a lot was covered in a comparatively short amount of time that it left my mind reeling. I did, nonetheless, enjoy the way the connection between Mason and Callie was explored, who are members of the search team in this particular case, and how they have both personally endured trauma and could be there for each other increasingly meaningfully and hopefully in a way that warmed my heart and led my spirts to soar. I could read a whole novel dedicated to them as well.
“We’re all wrong. All mad now. We’ve turned feral. A small tribe under assault. A wildness taking hold in our brains where ordinarily logic would reside.”
Ultimately, In the Dark had captivating parts and I can tell was very thoughtfully constructed, but didn’t reach me as emotively as it could’ve in places and I in fact could’ve been a smidge more in the dark about who the master of these cunning games was, and anyone else that could’ve been involved, but perhaps, again, that wasn’t entirely the point and the point was to be pulled in and taken on the journey of how sometimes there’s nothing more mind-bogglingly engrossing as people and how we’re psychologically wired, especially in times of pain and under calculated, considerable duress.