Born and raised in Derry, Northern Ireland, Colm Herron is the author of four novels including The Further Adventures of James Joyce and The Fabricator. His newest book The Wake is a rollicking work of youthful, political, sexual, and spiritual awakening set against the Irish civil rights movement of the late 1960's. I am honored to find his review of my thriller, Overdose:
October 5, 2019
About halfway through reading Overdose I got to thinking that it would make a great movie, a thriller to match anything that Alfred Hitchcock ever put on the screen (except maybe Vertigo). And then I thought 'If only Hitchcock were alive now. He would love this novel. It has all the ingredients he'd need.' For a start, the blurb (for blurb read trailer) is irresistible. For seconds, the sample that Amazon gives is soooo tantalising. And finally to the book itself. The plot, the style and the literally breathstopping thrills are the fresh cream on a chocolate cake that's already chock-full of calories - or maybe arsenic.
I'm not going to summarise the plot. I just want to say that I'm not quite as admiring of brain surgeons after meeting Dr Patel, the man who operated on Ash, the Hitchcockian heroine. Was it the Hippocratic oath he took or the hypocritical one? And what had he to do with the death of his wealthy wife? I see Overdose as a late-night movie or a Netflix must that would send you to bed wondering if you could possibly go to sleep after seeing THAT. And could the sudden creak on the third stair from the top possibly be from the dear doctor's heavy tread?
October 5, 2019
About halfway through reading Overdose I got to thinking that it would make a great movie, a thriller to match anything that Alfred Hitchcock ever put on the screen (except maybe Vertigo). And then I thought 'If only Hitchcock were alive now. He would love this novel. It has all the ingredients he'd need.' For a start, the blurb (for blurb read trailer) is irresistible. For seconds, the sample that Amazon gives is soooo tantalising. And finally to the book itself. The plot, the style and the literally breathstopping thrills are the fresh cream on a chocolate cake that's already chock-full of calories - or maybe arsenic.I'm not going to summarise the plot. I just want to say that I'm not quite as admiring of brain surgeons after meeting Dr Patel, the man who operated on Ash, the Hitchcockian heroine. Was it the Hippocratic oath he took or the hypocritical one? And what had he to do with the death of his wealthy wife? I see Overdose as a late-night movie or a Netflix must that would send you to bed wondering if you could possibly go to sleep after seeing THAT. And could the sudden creak on the third stair from the top possibly be from the dear doctor's heavy tread?
