The Fury by Alex Michaelides on January 16, 2024
Genres: Fiction / Thrillers / Psychological, Fiction / Thrillers / Suspense
Pages: 320
Format: ARC
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“Now, I know only this for sure–the first half of life is pure selfishness; the second half, all grief.”
This is a tale of murder.
Or maybe that’s not quite true. At its heart, it’s a love story, isn’t it?
Lana Farrar is a reclusive ex–movie star and one of the most famous women in the world. Every year, she invites her closest friends to escape the English weather and spend Easter on her idyllic private Greek island.
I tell you this because you may think you know this story. You probably read about it at the time ― it caused a real stir in the tabloids, if you remember. It had all the necessary ingredients for a press a celebrity; a private island cut off by the wind…and a murder.
We found ourselves trapped there overnight. Our old friendships concealed hatred and a desire for revenge. What followed was a game of cat and mouse ― a battle of wits, full of twists and turns, building to an unforgettable climax. The night ended in violence and death, as one of us was found murdered.
But who am I?
My name is Elliot Chase, and I’m going to tell you a story unlike any you’ve ever heard.
The first few chapters were full of potential. I absolutely love the prospect of murder on an island, with a limited number of suspects and all that remote isolation to give it ominous vibes. But as I read on, I started to realize something. The story isn’t grabbing me, not right off the bat nor even 150 pages in. There’s so much setup to get through, not to mention what feels like excessive dangling of the proverbial carrot. We are told by the narrator over and over how we need to know this or that in order to understand what comes next—dangle, dangle. And that he promises the good parts are coming—dangle, dangle. And it’s sure to surprise us—dangle, dangle. Honestly, it got a bit much.
I gave this novel 3.5 star rating. All that dangling left me with anticipation fatigue. I know it’s a fairly common technique used in modern thrillers, but I’m just not a fan. It feels like unnecessary fluff to me. I know the good stuff is coming—why else would I be reading this?—so just get on with it. Nevertheless, I persevered. I slowly trudged my way through and was ever so thankful when we finally reached the point when things started to happen.
A special thanks to NetGalley and Celadon Books for providing me with a digital reviewer copy of this suspenseful read in exchange for my honest thoughts.