Rating: 2.5 out of 5 stars
I was completely lured into 55 by the premise. On a hot afternoon in Willbrook, a small remote town in West Australia, an injured man stumbles into a police station and speaks with Sergeant Chandler Jenkins. He claims that he was drugged and taken to a cabin in the woods to be chained to a wall. His name is Gabriel, and he was kidnapped by a man named Heath who told Gabriel that he would be victim number 55. A little while later, another man is brought in to the station. He tells Chandler that his name is Heath, that he was kidnapped and imprisoned by a man named Gabriel, a man who told Heath that he would be victim number 55. COOL, RIGHT?!
And for a while, it really was. The two men continue to give conflicting statements and the police try desperately to puzzle out which one they ought to be protecting. The stifling heat, the small town police force facing dealing with a serial killer, the confusion. It was also really nice to read a book set in Australia and the way that the novel plays on the unforgiving environment is brilliant. The first third was taut, tense and everything else that you could want from a thriller.
Unfortunately, it loses its way. Fearing the local force to be in over its head, a larger force is drafted in to help. Sadly for Chandler, they’re led by Mitch, an old friend-turned-enemy. Chandler and Mitch seemingly hate each other, apparently caring more about undermining each other than about stopping a serial killer. Running alongside the main plot is a story from both men’s past that I think is meant to explain the animosity. Only it doesn’t. We’re meant to believe that one of these men has let the other down so badly that they’re almost incapable of working together. We’re told it frequently, but I never bought it. The side story was also very repetitive and got rather annoying rather quickly. I’m sure that a manhunt in the Australian wilderness is in fact very repetitive but I just don’t want to trudge through reading numerous pages of walking and the same ‘should we/shouldn’t we call this off?’ musings.
Those chapters were short enough that I still found 55 very readable but they did disturb what was otherwise quite a clever plot. The characters were all pretty one-dimensional (there’s a New Constable, a Womanising Constable, a Nagging Mother and so on…) but I’m fairly relaxed about overlooking failings like that for a good twisty thriller. But then came the ending. Oh, the ending. From a browse of Goodreads (carried out after finishing with a shocked look on my face no doubt), some readers love it because it is different and certainly unexpected. Others, like me, don’t. It’s hard to really grumble without spoiling it for readers who do still love the sound of the plot but I just felt completely blind-sided. It’s ambiguous, which I can sort of live with, but it’s also very unsatisfying. The book lost a whole star in a few pages. I’m still grumpy about it 24 hours later and I feel cheated.
Overall: This is tricky. I don’t feel like I can whole-heartedly recommend 55 knowing full well what readers are running into. And yet it’s actually quite an entertaining read, and something a bit different to the more often seen thrillers set in the US and UK. I suppose actually that’s the best thing to take from this review – there’s good, there’s bad and it’s all very confusing and conflicting emotions will abound!
Date finished: 25 January 2019
Pictured edition published: by Simon and Schuster UK in April 2019