A wild fever-dream of a novel, Andrew Hutchinson’s One is a symphony of memory, love, grief and obsession; a riveting, pulsating read, supercharged with feeling, fuelled by a mystery that unspools at an electrifying pace.
Our unnamed narrator, obviously a troubled young man, broken-hearted and alienated from friends and family, has just come off the night shift and arrives home to find a woman sleeping in his driveway. She claims to have once lived there, which hardly seems a satisfactory explanation for such odd behaviour, but given the man’s own fragile mental state, he accepts this, and drives her home — whereupon another man crashes into the back of them. The woman claims this man is a stalker, and they need to escape; and so they do, to the coast, a road trip during which the man’s memory begins playing tricks on him, and he can’t shake the feeling that he’s been through something similar to this experience before.
One has the velocity and suspense of a thriller, the kind that demands reading in one sitting. Hutchinson writes brilliantly about the nightmarish underside of love, his insights sharply observed and, ultimately, morally challenging. One is vividly cinematic yet subtle and full of moral ambiguity, and is as impossible to put down as it is to forget.
Imprint: Vintage (Australia)
Publisher: Random House Australia
Publish Date: 2-Apr-2018
Country of Publication: Australia