Review: The Chalk Man by C.J. Tudor
Books like this are the candy of the literary world. They’re easy and fun, but there’s not much substance.
*The rest of this review contains spoilers.*
The Chalk Man tells one story through two alternating time period- the 80′s, when our main characters are children experiencing one trauma after another, and 2016, when they are adults trying to keep their secrets in the past. Eddie and his group of oddball friends endure a string of horrific things, starting with a freak accident at the town fair that leaves a young girl permanently disfigured. All these things- accidents, deaths- come with mysterious stick figures drawn in chalk. And it seems like one person is responsible, or at least involved, in all of them. So what does it mean when Eddie gets a stick figure draw in chalk in the mail decades later?
It’s a great set up. The problem with this book is not in the build up. The build up of suspense and suspicion is excellent. It seems like nearly every chapter ends on a line that keeps you hooked, adding layer after layer to the drama. The problem comes with the resolution. While I love the current trend in mystery/thriller/suspense of complex answers and the end of the story, the ones offered in The Chalk Man felt too convenient. About two-thirds of the way through the book Eddie repeatedly thinks about how complicated the idea of personal responsibility can be, how in a situation as horrible as murder, everyone involved is a little responsible. Which.... is exactly the ending of the book. In the real world, that makes sense. It’s way more plausible that a series of deaths is caused by horrible timing, coincidence, and a handful of violent people than one super villain with an evil master plan. But in a novel it’s just a let down, especially in story that built suspense as well as this one did. No new ground was broken in the suspense genre here. Certainly there is some middle ground between hokey endings from bad episodes of The Twilight Zone and this? Eddie (childhood and adult versions) repeatedly thinks about how frustrating and cheap it feels when a character in a story is suddenly saved from certain peril through some lazy writing and the story is wrapped up in a neat little package. It’s hard to tell if this irony was deliberate or not. Either way it felt a bit like a slap in the face from the author.
With that said, I read this book in just a few sittings. I devoured it. At times, I even enjoyed it. After a quick search on Goodreads, it’s clear that my criticisms put me in the minority.
I received a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.