Nine people arrive one night on Chelsea Bridge. They’ve never met. But at the same time, they run, and leap to their deaths. Each of them received a letter in the post that morning, a pre-written suicide note, and a page containing only four words: Nothing important happened today.
That is how they knew they had been chosen to become a part of the People Of Choice: A mysterious suicide cult whose members have no knowledge of one another.
Thirty-two people on that train witness the event. Two of them will be next. By the morning, People Of Choice are appearing around the globe; it becomes a movement. A social media page that has lain dormant for four years suddenly has thousands of followers. The police are under pressure to find a link between the cult members, to locate a leader that does not seem to exist.
How do you stop a cult when nobody knows they are a member?
Nothing Important Happened Today. Book of the decade. Apparently that’s all that needs saying…
Whilst it’s probably true I’ll try a bit harder although to be honest I have no idea how to describe the indescribable, Nothing Important Happened Today is very much it’s own thing- a novel standing out from the crowd because it is uniquely compelling, utterly traumatic, completely real, especially in the moments you are reading it. I have nothing else to compare it to- no “if you liked that you’ll like this” to offer, nor can I really tell you what it’s about.
It’s about everything.
There’s a relentlessly dark character voice, a lot of human insight, an extraordinary set of events, creating a book without boundaries, an intelligent thriller that demands your attention to every word. Challenging and rewarding in equal measure, if ever the phrase “one sitting read” applied it is right here.
When you open this book there’s no time for you to look into the abyss nor for it to look into you, it is simply done and there you are.
None of what I say captures anything like the experience of reading it – which I strongly urge you to do – Will Carver is a once in a generation weaver of words and as such deserves all the accolades. But in the end I’m inherently selfish and care only that I get to experience it and experience it I certainly did.
Recommended very very highly. Go get it.
Happy (traumatic) reading!