My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I have to be honest and say this book isn’t really what I was expecting. But actually, in some ways, it was better than I was expecting. It’s fair to say it’s a short work, shorter than a novella, but it’s written in an intense manner which works really well.
The terrorist attack aspect of it is really more of a scenario than a plotline. What the story actually seems to be about (to me anyway) is the mental state of the protagonist, a woman married to a prominent civil servant who suffers from hyper tension and starts to struggle against the control her husband has over her. The real strength of it is in the way that this character’s anxiety comes across in the structure of the story. The text is a bit choppy, deliberately so, with what are acknowledged as disembodied thoughts resulting from the stress and the medication of the ‘narrator’. It’s infectious – you feel the same anxiety building as you read it, and that I found really interesting.
I’ll definitely be looking out for more work from James Everington in the future.