Trust No one - Paul Cleave
Writer, Jerry Grey, has Alzheimer's. Are his dead bodies down to him or his writing?
This story works big time! Not just because Cleave cleverly unfolds a thriller plot, constantly engaging the reader. In embracing a tough theme, he also balances incredible empathy for the protagonist (and by implication, others with this disease) and he does so with the dry and dark humor ubiquitous across his other novels.
Cleave says, he struggled to come up with any title by the time he submitted his manuscript. In the end, Trust No one was suggested by publisher Atria (an imprint of Simon and Schuster) and when you read it, you'll agree it's the right title for the story. Who can you trust when you can't trust yourself?
As an attendee of the 10th Thrillerfest Conference in New York in early July, I was sent a digital copy of the book - a great marketing idea by the publishers but also a 'big balls' display to promote this book as essentially, a thriller for thriller writers - my words, not theirs. So it was particularly interesting to hear D.P Lyle M.D. give Cleave's book a huge rap in a craft session at that conference. You only need to run Lyle's name through Google to see his credibility.
I'm not revealing a lot about this great story. It opens with Jerry Grey confessing to killing 'Susan with a z' and no one believing him. His audience is convinced Jerry’s recounting a tale from one of his books. In fact people don’t believe Susan with a z, has ever existed. Poor Jerry. A successful crime writer of twelve books whose pen name is Henry Cutter. One day a devoted family man, the next - shipped off to a nursing home 15 miles out of the city. At 49 years of age and with early onset dementia, it can't get much worse than this, can it?
With Cleave at the keyboard, fans of his previous eight books will know that's a rhetorical question. Has Jerry really become a killer? Is this appalling disease really driving him to act out Henry Cutter's tales, rendering him unable to recall details the crime writer inside him knows are vital? Or is he, at heart and head, a clever killer with the ability to deceive. Some characters in the book certainly believe the latter. If Cleave tormented Jerry Grey, his family, his friend Hans, his neighbours and the police in (mad as) "Batshit County", he certainly doesn't spare his readers. I was convinced he was playing with our minds too, when he introduced an uncommon way of writing, a way that works beautifully for this story.
We see Jerry's/Henry's point of view in the first person, second person and third person. Cleave craftily introduces Jerry's "madness journal" to do so, creating a contemporaneous record in the form of a diary, which Jerry completes across the course of the novel. It begins with the awful realization that ‘Captain A’ is charting ‘Future Jerry’s course. Here’s a short sample of this journal, written after Jerry woke to see an obscenity spray-painted on a neighbor's house: Naturally she came over and banged on your door. Of course she did. You're the go-to guy when people have obscenities painted on their walls. Somebody spray-painted the word asshole on your door? Go see Jerry. Fucktard on your letterbox? Go see Jerry. Shitburger on your car? Go see Jerry."
I won't spoil the nice twist at the end of that journal's entry, but despite the humour, I couldn’t help but connect to the distress of uncertainty someone must go through in these circumstances. You’d hope you wouldn’t be guilty, but you can’t rule it out!
As a writer, I enjoyed references to the writing craft: people asking where you get your ideas from, the editor's concerns, the writer's self-doubts, getting stuck, getting well through and realizing a significant rewrite is on the cards (yes, I know you outliners claim not to have the last two), and the writer’s concern that last year’s book was not that well reviewed. It's all there, and appropriately so, given Jerry's living and the fact that it's all coming to a premature end.
I know this won't be the end of Cleave's crime writing, but many will understandably ask how he tops, 'Trust No one'. Having taken a year to recover from writing this book, he may even ponder that himself. For someone whose business is to entertain, let's not bother to ask that, but appreciate that we, his readers, are the reason Cleave likes to make bad things happen. Let’s have more bad things!