★★★★☆ (4.50 stars) — Starting this one way way back, perhaps over 2 years ago, I’m extremely glad I as pulled back into the “Stranger Times” universe just before this year ended, making it my final review of the year. This is a series that’s a rare treasure, so unique, so well crafted & written with straight out bags of skill.
There’s a particular kind of novel that pretends to be light on its feet while quietly deepening its grip chapter by chapter, and This Charming Man is very much one of those books. Effortlessly funny, slyly sharp, and far darker than its grin initially suggests, C.K. McDonnell once again proves just how comfortably he can walk the tightrope between humour and horror without ever wobbling.
The comedy lands with disarming ease. The prose has that rare conversational snap—the kind that makes you smirk mid-sentence, then laugh outright a line later. Nothing feels laboured. The jokes don’t announce themselves; they simply arrive, fully formed, often nestled inside throwaway observations that reveal far more than they seem to at first glance. It’s writing that trusts the reader, and that confidence is infectious.
At the centre of it all is the gloriously grey world of The Paper & The Stranger Times, a newsroom universe that thrives in moral ambiguity, professional cynicism, and just enough earnest belief to keep everything from curdling into parody. McDonnell understands that satire works best when the world beneath it feels lived-in—and here, it absolutely does. The stakes may be absurd on the surface, but the emotional undercurrents are anything but.
What really elevates this novel, though, is its willingness to slow down & explore deeper character arcs. Banecroft’s wife, in particular, is handled with remarkable care. Her presence adds a quiet gravity to the narrative—an emotional counterweight that grounds the chaos and sharpens the book’s thematic edge. These moments of reflection never feel bolted on; they feel earned, and they linger long after the jokes fade.
And then there’s the horror. Subtle, creeping, and deeply unsettling when it chooses to be, the darker elements are threaded through the story with remarkable aplomb. McDonnell never overplays his hand. The dread seeps in sideways, often piggybacking on humour, which only makes it more effective when the temperature suddenly drops. It’s that tonal control—the ability to pivot without snapping immersion—that truly impresses.
This Charming Man is smart, funny, unsettling, and emotionally richer than it first appears. It’s the kind of book that entertains you thoroughly while quietly reminding you just how much craft is involved in making something seem this easy. A joy to read—and one that confirms McDonnell as a writer operating at the very top of his game.