Detective Joe Luchessi is back in New York after his not so restorative sojourn in Ireland, with his son severely traumatised and his marriage floundering. Now there’s also the Caller to contend with – an apparently random visitor to city apartments, who enters them with mysterious ease and proceeds to torture and kill its inhabitants … which is where some confusion sets in. The Caller, although still a fairly enjoyable read, with some taut, gripping moments, feels somewhat unfinished. It also raises more questions than it answers, and not in a thought-provoking way: Duke Rawlins still features as a shadowy figure tracking Luchessi, but this doesn’t tie in satisfactorily with the main thread of the story (the Caller’s identity), which loses momentum halfway through and chugs its way into a surprisingly dull denouement. Alex Barclay deservedly established herself as a crime writer of exceptional ability with her 2005 debut Darkhouse, but this feels like a stopgap until all is revealed next time, or else the pressure to deliver a sequel resulted in what reads at times like a lack-lustre filler. Hopefully, either way, Duke Rawlins will be back with a bang next time.–Claire Coughlan
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Nobody Move, This Is A Review: The Caller, Alex Barclay (HarperCollins) ***
Detective Joe Luchessi is back in New York after his not so restorative sojourn in Ireland, with his son severely traumatised and his marriage floundering. Now there’s also the Caller to contend with – an apparently random visitor to city apartments, who enters them with mysterious ease and proceeds to torture and kill its inhabitants … which is where some confusion sets in. The Caller, although still a fairly enjoyable read, with some taut, gripping moments, feels somewhat unfinished. It also raises more questions than it answers, and not in a thought-provoking way: Duke Rawlins still features as a shadowy figure tracking Luchessi, but this doesn’t tie in satisfactorily with the main thread of the story (the Caller’s identity), which loses momentum halfway through and chugs its way into a surprisingly dull denouement. Alex Barclay deservedly established herself as a crime writer of exceptional ability with her 2005 debut Darkhouse, but this feels like a stopgap until all is revealed next time, or else the pressure to deliver a sequel resulted in what reads at times like a lack-lustre filler. Hopefully, either way, Duke Rawlins will be back with a bang next time.–Claire Coughlan
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Glad I found this review because I was a bit confused by the ending also. Duke rawlings suddenly coming into the picture? Didn't understand his conversation with Lucchesi, hope someone could clear that up for me.
The book is nicely written in parts but the I agree, the end was a bit of a dull outcome.
I am currently in the middle of reading this book, and am struggling to keep interest. Alex Barclay should stick to her day job (whatever that was before she took up writing full time). The style of writing is really quite abysmal, and seems more like something a high school student would write - graded a lousy D. Conversations just do not flow, and having to endure "said Joe, said Danny, said Rencher, said Joe etc.." continuously is extremely amateur and is so irritating that it makes me just want to give up on it. I am
disappointed because I would like to see something good come from a female Irish writer that is not in the chick lit genre. It is also disappointing as the concept could be promising, but its the style of writing that is a big letdown!
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