Call Me Evie
J P Pomare
(Hachette $34.99)
A new reading year is off to a great start with this whip-smart debut from our newest thriller star. Kate's navigating her way through the usual vicissitudes of teen life in upper middle-class Melbourne - boys, mean-girls, flirty fathers of mean girls and the various sink-holes of social media - but it's a terrified Evie we meet as this psychological thrill-fest opens. Evie's terrified and seems to be held captive by her Uncle Jim in small Bay of Plenty town Maketu (Pomare himself grew up not far away on a horse-racing farm). Jim however insists he's only helping her, having whisked her away from a crime scene - though Evie suspects she's been set up to take the blame for his crimes. Pomare shifts between past and present exploring issues of memory, perception and power - the crisp prose and compelling characters betraying Pomare's more literary past, but on the evidence of this a dazzling career in genre fiction looks a much safer bet.
The Drop
Mick Herron
(John Murray $24.99)
Old spies, as many John le Carre novels attest, are perfect fodder for spy fiction and this novella by UK's new spy master weaves a fable-like novella around two of them - Solomon Dortmund (an ex Cold War operative - and one who still has a rotary phone) and "milkman" John Bachelor who eeks out an existence as a sort of spook babysitter (he was first featured in Herron's 2015 novella The List). When Dortmund sees "a drop" - an antiquated method of delivering material - in a London cafe Herron's typically bathetic plot clicks into gear.
It's Herron - so expect bureaucratic ineptitude and political face-saving (Lady Di's in fine form here) and parallels with the current UK political situation are never far away.
Herron fans note - there's no Jackson Lamb or his rag tag collection of pastured spies - but this is cut from the same cloth - funny and horrifyingly real - one only wishes it were longer.