One Punch is Australian author Julie Fison’s first adult novel.
The story was told in alternating chapters by Yasmin and Evie, who were the mothers of two teenage boys.
The story began with Yasmin, who was skiing with friends in Colorado when she received a phone call telling her that her son, Daniel, was in hospital, unconscious after a one punch attack.
One punch attacks, otherwise known as ‘king hits’ or ‘coward punches’ occur when an attacker knocks their victim unconscious, leaving the victim at risk of further injuring their head when they hit the ground. These types of attacks have been all over the news in Australia in recent years after a spate of deaths and serious injuries occurred around nightclub areas. Offenders face tough penalties and can be imprisoned for 20-25 years if their victim dies.
Yasmin immediately made her way home to Australia to be by Daniel’s bedside, unsure of what condition she would find him but hoping desperately that he would survive the attack.
The alternating chapters were told by Evie, who was the hard-working single mother of Brody. The boys were in the same year at school and both were obsessed with cricket, but they were not friends. Daniel was the captain of the cricket team, popular with his peers and liked by the world, while Brody, who appeared to have an Autism spectrum disorder, alienated everyone around him with his obsessive need for precision.
Once Daniel began to recover Yasmin became consumed with finding her son’s attacker.
Evie suspected almost from the beginning that Brody had assaulted Daniel and instantly went into protective-mother mode, hiding evidence that placed Brody in the vicinity of the attack. When Brody confessed to his mother that he had assaulted Daniel, Evie doubled-down and refused to admit that Brody was responsible.
I didn’t find anything to like in any of these characters. Daniel was a bully. Brody’s nit-picking personality made him unlikeable. Yasmin was condescending and unpleasant and Evie, who refused to do the right thing, was perhaps the worst of them all. Although Evie was a nurse, she didn’t seem to recognise that her son desperately needed help with his social skills, and her morals were so far off that they were laughable. Both Yasmin and Evie had such enormous blind spots when it came to their respective sons that neither mother recognised that Daniel and Brody were both horrible boys.
The story dragged a little and the constant flipping back and forwards between the two women became somewhat repetitive. Both seemed to come to a realisation of sorts about their sons by the end of the story, but the subject matter wasn’t really to my taste.
My purchase of One Punch continues my New Year’s resolution for 2023 to buy a book by an Australian author during each month of this year (March).
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