Three Hours by Rosamund Lupton

Review by Annabel

Anyone who works in a school these days will be familiar with ‘lockdown’ procedures, with code reds being the ones you hope you’ll only ever have to practice; the make yourselves as invisible as you can to an intruder ones. You may think that such a siege could never happen here, with our strict gun laws, but increasingly, it just might? Lupton’s latest novel takes such an awful situation, placing it into an English school and she runs with it from the start to the finish of the siege, which takes three hours from the moment that a shot is fired on that snowy winter morning. It begins:

9.16 a.m.

(…) It smashes the glass case on the wall by the headmaster’s head, which displays medals for gallantry awarded in the last World War to boys barely out of the sixth form. Their medals turn into shrapnel; hitting the headmaster’s soft brown hair, breaking the arm of his glasses, piercing through the bone that protects the part of him that thinks, loves, dreams and fears; as if pieces of metal are travelling through the who of him and the why of him. But he is still able to think because it’s he who has thought of those boys, shrapnel made of gallantry, tearing apart any sense he’d once had of a benevolent order of things.

He’s falling backwards. Another shot; the corridor a reverberating sound tunnel. Hands are grabbing him and dragging him into the library.

Cliff Heights School is set on the coast in rural Somerset, a progressive, independent day school offering education from Reception through to Sixth Form. Sited on a large site bordered by woods to one side, a private path down the cliffs to the beach on another, the school is a rambling collection of buildings, New School, Old School, Junior School, the new Theatre block and so on. As the siege starts, the pupils are spread throughout the School, the Sixth Form Drama Students are in the Theatre, ready to begin their dress rehearsal of Macbeth. Two of them are missing – Jamie had gone to get a prop from CDT (Craft, Design & Technology), he should be safe in New School, but no-one knows where Rafi is, and teacher Daphne Epelsteiner is worried:

She has a huge soft spot for Rafi, nearly all of them do; everything he’s been through, and that smile and quick intelligence. Those liquid dark eyes, like a gazelle. Extraordinary, kind, beautiful boy. But he’s survived a boat in a storm and people smugglers; he has survived Assad and Daesh and Russian bombers, for heaven’s sakes; of all these children, the adults too, he knows how to look after himself.

Rafi and his younger brother are refugees from Syria, brought to the UK by the headmaster Mr Marr who volunteered during summer holidays. Rafi is in the woods on his way to the Junior School to see his brother Basi whose PTSD is set off by falling snow, when an explosion goes off nearby. It’s around 8.38, when his happens. He phones it into the Head’s office, and with other teachers reporting a bang, they take it seriously and initiate the School’s emergency plan; amber at first … the local police are notified, a decision is made to evacuate Junior School anyway, and it goes from there.

As things escalate, Lupton cleverly gives us little insights into the main perpetrator’s mind – but only enough to raise the tension even more. Inside half an hour after the Head is shot, the Police have established an emergency control centre and cordons under the command of DI Rose Polstein, and a holding centre for parents who naturally all make a beeline towards the school as soon as the news goes out. Those in hiding are faced with seeing their mobile and laptop charges dwindling, communications becoming more difficult. Meanwhile, the students in the concrete and windowless theatre block decide to continue with rehearsing Macbeth, a play of immense significance throughout this novel. It is truly nail-biting!

The best, and worst thing in this novel is that the whole scenario is so very plausible indeed. Lupton has done her homework thoroughly; I’ve been on a seminar about school emergency plans and the levels of detail in the School’s actions and the police reactions are as I would expect – tailored to the building layout and location of course.

Who would do a thing like this? Why? Lupton engages us in taking a hard look at increasingly polarized attitudes in the world today, the rise of nationalism and radicalisation, which taken to extremes will lead to acts of political terrorism. As we learn more about the potential suspects, I was shocked to the core, and forced to consider the question of how well you can ever know someone?

Unfolding through multiple voices, including the Head, Rafi, the drama teacher, DI Polstein, various parents (whom the reader really feels for), and not forgetting the gunman, the seconds tick by and the air of menace rises. Reading this book was so initially unsettling, that I paused at the end of Part One, about 80 pages in, resuming with Part Two, which begins with the arrival of the police team at 09.38 and then read through to the end in one go, breathing a sigh of relief, although tinged with sadness, as the end came. This is a gripping and superb psychological thriller; pacy and excellently plotted, I recommend it.

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Rosamund Lupton, Three Hours (Penguin, Viking) 9780241374498. Hardback, 320 pages.

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