Booklife Review
Pearson’s knowledge of the milieu and the over-the-top characters who run it gives the material a bustling verisimilitude, as Cash, a pompadoured devotee of American country music, and company scheme, dream, and preen—Cash moves, Pearson writes, with “the confident trot of a honey badger on the prowl for a late afternoon snack of King Cobra.” A screenwriter who never got his break, Anthony’s an observant, relatable protagonist, blessed with acerbic wit, grim humor and a propensity to dish out quotes in the oddest of situations (“they make me look smarter than I really am,” he admits.) His uneasy relationship with his twin, where it’s his role to sacrifice for the other, is also delineated well.
Pearson’s prose is savvy and brisk but with sharp edges, and the novel will both delight and disgust readers fascinated with wealth and power run amok. A killer is introduced in the first chapter but then mostly forgotten, a quirk that could come from one of the unproduced screenplays Anthony describes, and the pandemic plays a surprising role as the plot twists reveal themselves. As a thriller, The Dead Chip Syndicate never develops much tension, but it’s quick, surprising, and alive with memorable talk and striking detail.
Takeaway: Stylish thriller embroils a screenwriter in Macau casinos, crypto, and secrets.
Comparable Titles: Lawrence Osborne’s The Ballad of a Small Player, Eric Stone.
Production grades
Cover: A-
Design and typography: A
Illustrations: N/A
Editing: A
Marketing copy: A