The Wreckage takes Michael Robotham's crime novels to a new level entirely. For anyone who thinks that Robotham was already the best crime writer in the UK and thinks that there was nothing much wrong with what he has achieved so far in work like
The Drowning Man,
Shatter or
Bleed for Me, you can be reassured that the good news is that all the familiar elements are still here. The Wreckage is not so much different as better in almost every respect.
It's not different in that it retains a strong core of characters who have been there throughout his work. When you've built up characters are strong as former police detective Vincent Ruiz and psychologist Joe O'Loughlin, why change? They have been through a lot over the years (the titles of the author's novels including this one, given some indication of that) but unlike some crime detective fiction, those experiences have taken a real toll on their lives. They've been through a mill of personal and professional problems and it's starting to show. Not as weakness, but in the strength of experience that they can bring to bear on cases. So when Ruiz falls victim to a petty-theft scam, where objects of sentimental value have been stolen by a young woman he had rescued from an incident and brought home, he knows how to react. Inevitably, he finds himself caught up in something else entirely and discovers that the person behind the theft, Holly, has issues and a particular ability that his old friend Joe might be able to help him with.
That much you would expect from a Robotham thriller, the story becoming proportionally more tense and dangerous as it extends outwards. You would also expect the writing to flow marvellously, lean and direct, with precision and accuracy, with authentic dialogue that gets right to the heart of the characters and their personal situations. So The Wreckage is not different then, but it is better. Better in terms of how the author expands the work to a much larger scale, retaining the personal involvement, but extending it through a missing banker and the work of an investigative journalist in Iraq, to take in current events in the world today relating to Baghdad, terrorism and intelligence operations, finance and banking institutions.
There are an ambitious number of threads here, but Robotham rises to the challenge, juggling a larger number of characters and giving each of them depth, personality and motivation, while also orchestrating the events that take place in a convincing manner (certainly more convincing than the similarly-themed
Bombproof, the only weak book in his catalogue). As skilfully as ever, Robotham manages to gradually heighten the sense of danger that is ever present in his novels and gives them such an edge, taking it to a new level while keeping it real and relevant to the state of the world we are living in today. Whether you've read Robotham before or not won't matter. This is just terrific writing whatever way you look at it. The Wreckage is a tense and involving crime novel as well as a scarily credible conspiracy thriller, and it's an incredible tour de force from the author. I doubt you'll find a better crime thriller published this year.