By Chris Hammer https://chrishammerauthor.com/
Published by Wildfire (an imprint of Hachette UK Limited) https://www.hachette.co.uk/titles/chris-hammer/opal-country/9781472272997/
498 pages ISBN 9781472272966
Publication date 6 January 2022
I was kindly sent a review copy by Caitlin Raynor at Headline Books in exchange for a fair review. Thank you to Caitlin, Chris Hammer and Wildfire for arranging this.
From the blurb/synopsis
Opals… In the desolate outback town of Finnigans Gap, police struggle to maintain law and order. Thieves pillage opal mines, religious fanatics recruit vulnerable youngsters and billionaires do as they please.
Bodies… Then an opal miner is found crucified and left to rot down his mine. Nothing about the miner’s death is straight-forward, not even who found the body. Homicide detective Ivan Lucic is sent to investigate, assisted by inexperienced young investigator Nell Buchanan.
But Finnigans Gap has already ended one police career and damaged others, and soon both officers face damning allegations and internal investigations. Have Ivan and Nell been set up, and if so, by whom?
Secrets… As time runs out, their only chance at redemption is to find the killer. But the more they uncover, the more harrowing the mystery becomes, and a past long forgotten is thrown into scorching sunlight.
Because in Finnigans Gap, nothing stays buried for ever.
My thoughts
At the beginning of the year, after reading SR White’s “Hermit”, I said that I should get around to reading more Antipodean fiction. So here I am reviewing a book set on the fringes of the Australian Outback and what a cracking book it was too.
There’s an endorsement on the dust jacket by the great Michael Connelly ‘Hammer is a great writer – a leader in Australian Noir’ which caught my eye. Australian Noir? Surely not? Noir conjures up images of rain and dark, Soho in the 1950s, downtown LA or Chicago, of derelict areas of Northern England or Scotland not a land of sunshine and barbecues. It is noir though, just seen from a different perspective. In Finnigans Gap the author has created an opal mining town where the opals are played out and with them the money. It’s a town whose fabric is beginning to decay and offering little else will trap those residents who don’t move on soon. He could just as easily be describing one of many small towns in South Yorkshire, Durham or Fife.
This is a very descriptive book. I have never been fortunate to visit Australia, but I feel as if Mr Hammer has captured what life is like away from the big cities. Cut off and isolated, where basic facilities can be a two-hour drive away and where the flying doctor service remains a lifeline. You really do get a flavour of the place, the dust, the oppressive heat, the restricted choices open to residents and characters living on the margins. This slows the pace down somewhat, and it is quite a long book at 498 pages, but it feels just right, almost as if attuned to living life at 40c where a natural rhythm is adopted. When the action comes the pace does pick up rapidly and you can sense the urgency of the protagonists.
Just as ‘American English’ is the same but different, the reader is treated to a nice sprinkling of Australianisms. Thongs are worn on the feet (flip flops/sandals) not underwear, the Bowling club is naturally known as the Bowlo and rooted of course is the equivalent to that most ubiquitous of English words the F bomb. The possibility that a mining magnate Robert Inglis can be known as ‘Bullshit Bob’ even by their media just feels so Australian to me. Again, this all comes naturally and flows within the prose.
Early in the novel the plot seems to be straightforward but later it become apparent that there is a second element which bisects the narrative and then later then become somewhat intertwined. Then there is a liberal sprinkling of Professional Standards with investigations into Lucic’s partner as well as both him and Buchanan. Professional Standards or Internal Affairs does seem to be the ‘flavour of the month’ in crime circles, but I guess its just art mirroring life and hardly due to reduce if 2021 is anything to go by. The disputes between the two mining magnates also touches current concerns with the switch away from fossil fuels and the exploitation of the rare earth elements. The treatment of the religious sect is perhaps a little clichéd albeit a key element of the central plot as we discover late into the story. Perhaps it just goes to support the view that if they can’t make it in Rock n Rock strange/ugly men see religion as a route to attracting women.
The characters are engaging, and the length of the book allows the two principals to become well developed. Both have baggage but this is not overplayed and doesn’t follow the obvious paths. I noted that Ivan Lucic is a Balkan sounding name and I am aware there is a Balkan diaspora in Australia, but I never would have guessed the connection to Lucic’s poker machine (pokies) addiction. The minor characters retain the reader’s interest, there’s the reconciliation with Richter, the troubles of Stanley Honeywell, the mysterious Seer and the gang from Deadman’s Well all adding colour to the pastiche.
The ending is clever and doesn’t leave all the ends tied up neatly which left me satisfied but may frustrate others. This is a standalone novel, but it would appear to leave some openings for a follow up at sometime and I for one would read it.
A novel that captures the oppressive heat and small-town paranoia of a settlement on the edge of the Outback. An early contender for any must read lists for 2022.