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text 2018-11-30 23:10
24 Festive Tasks: Door 12 - St. Andrew's Day, Book
The Late Show - Michael Connelly

 

Listened to this the week before last; I'm claiming it as my St. Andrew's Day read because it's the first book in a new series (Renée Ballard).  Review HERE.

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review SPOILER ALERT! 2018-11-27 22:35
Ballard and Bosch: A Michael Connelly Mini-Binge
The Late Show - Michael Connelly
The Late Show - Michael Connelly
Two Kinds of Truth - Michael Connelly
Two Kinds of Truth - Michael Connelly,Titus Welliver
Dark Sacred Night - Michael Connelly
Dark Sacred Night - Michael Connelly,Titus Welliver,Christine Lakin

I managed to fall behind on 3 books by Michael Connelly over the course of the past 2 years -- how in the world did that happen?  He's one of my most consistent go-to authors for reliably high quality crime fiction ... as well as for taking me right back to L.A., if only inside my head.  So, high time to catch up, especially since everybody else whose reviews I trust seems to have already read and reviewed these three.  In sum, I find that I'm mostly happy to have returned to what's come to be known as "the Harry Bosch universe" ... though the obvious question is how long Connelly is going to be able to keep Bosch going.  Are we seeing a changing of the guard, with Renée Ballard and Mickey Haller -- and possibly Maddie Bosch -- eventually taking Harry's place?  Last year, Connelly still said no, but 14 months on from that interview, I'm not sure that's still the answer he would give now.  Ultimately, time and the next books will have to tell.

 

To take each book in turn:

 

The Late Show (2017)

 

Renée Ballard's debut.  Her character is based on a real cop, LAPD Detective Mitzi Roberts, who is an advisor to Connelly (and, I think, the Harry Bosch TV series), and who once worked the "late show" -- the night shift -- in the Hollywood division herself; so Renée's character and work environment comes with a lot of personal insight, and it shows (even if it's not Connelly's own, first-hand insight). 

 

Obviously Connelly had to give Ballard a motivation to want to hang on to the cases we see her confronting in the first pages of the book instead of just handing them over to the relevant "desks" tasked with these kinds of crimes in daytime hours, and it just about works here -- but even in this first book I wasn't wholly convinced, and I can see several problems with this scenario going forward.  To name but two: (1) Detectives on the "late show" simply do not handle cases to the end, and at some point the reasons Connelly gives Ballard for wanting to hang on to her initial investigations are almost necessarily going to stretch credibility -- in and of themselves as well as in terms of their overall frequency.  (2) Anyone who's ever pulled several allnighters in a row, or existed for a sustained period on a maximum of 3-4 hours of sleep (with irregular sleeping times at that) knows that this sort of lifestyle is a virtually guaranteed shortcut to a crashing burnout -- and I don't mean the kind that can be cured by a few good nights of rest or an extended vacation.  So I think at some point Connelly won't have any other option than making Ballard return to daytime hours if he wants to keep her storyline credible. 

I can see why she'd reject the option at the end of this particular book, coming as it does from a completely unapologetic Lt. Olivas, but eventually she'll just have to find a way.  Maybe her guilty feelings about Lola and about having to kennel her all the time are going to make a difference?

(spoiler show)

That all being said, I mostly like Ballard -- she's smart, tough and straightforward; just what I want my heroines to be, not least if they are cops.  She's also a bit reckless, though, and that's another thing that could turn out a problem eventually (not only for herself, for obvious reasons, but also in the meta-world, with Connelly's readers).  The book's writing and plotting are Michael Connelly at his most atmospheric and empathetic, however, and the three interwoven cases / storylines are classic L.A. -- murder, corruption, fraud, and the shady side of Sunset Boulevard.  What's not to like about that ... as crime fiction fodder, at any rate?

 

 

Two Kinds of Truth (2017)

 

Much as I liked Renée Ballard, I confess I was more than happy to return to Harry Bosch in this book, who still finds himself where recent events have landed him ... as a volunteer with SFPD (that's San Fernando Police Department, not San Francisco) in "the Valley" on the other (= northern) side of the mountain range separating the City of Los Angeles from, well, the San Fernando Valley.  (And yes, "from the Valley" and "Valley girl / boy" still has a similar connotation as "hillbilly" does elsewhere in the U.S. -- or anyway, it still used to have when I was living in L.A.  Despicable cliché aside, not that there's actually much justification to this, what with easily half of L.A.'s white collar workforce now living either in "the Valley" or elsewhere outside the City of Los Angeles proper, but I guess old stereotypes die hard.)

 

In essence, I was pretty happy, too, with the way Connelly managed to find a way for Bosch to keep his hand in "proper" police business even after his inglorious exit from LAPD -- permanently becoming an investigator for a defense attorney, even for his half-brother Mickey Haller, simply would not have suited him.  Connelly overplayed the "experienced RHD detective" card a bit at the beginning of this book, I thought: surely, even in a small police department like SFPD that sees few murders by L.A. standards (which, let's face it, still doesn't necessarily mean "few" in absolute terms), officers securing a murder scene would not have to be told by a volunteer retired detective (a) to completely cordon off the entire scene and (b) to secure the scene by watching / looking outward, not inward, from their positions at the cordon.  And if I didn't have reason to believe Harry was keeping himself fit for his activities at SFPD (because even clearing cold cases isn't exactly a 9-to-5 desk job), and if I hadn't also watched him bluff himself out of a critical situation often enough over the course of his career, I might have disbelieved the final "showdown"

in a small passenger plane while flying over the desert

(spoiler show)

at the end of one of the book's interwoven investigative strands.

 

But by and large, it made sense to me for Harry to be involved in an investigation specifically making use of his advancing age by having him go undercover in a prescription drug smuggling sting as an allegedly addicted retiree; and it also made sense to me for his complicated relationship with the LAPD to play out the way it does here in an old case threatening to bite him in the rear.  And although the final courtroom scene in that case has distinct overtones of Law and Order (which is not necessarily a statement on its verisimilitude -- though for the record, I love Law and Order), and it moreover relies on a near-deus-ex-machina-style coincidence and on a manipulation on the part of Haller bordering on the unethical and perilous to Harry to boot, I can't help but root for Haller and Bosch as a team, and for Haller to take down the bad guys in court at the end, every single time.  As a side note, I was also happy for a former partner of Bosch's to make a surprise reappearance here.

 

So all in all, I was a pretty happy camper with this book, and given that the writing and plotting here is easily up to Connelly's best, I'd have been completely willing to overlook minor quibbles like the "should SFPD officers really need Harry Bosch to tell them how to secure a murder scene" bit ... if the book hadn't ended on a note playing straight into one of my growing grumbles with the series as a whole,

namely, Harry's penchant for "fatal" women.  (Which is not necessarily the same as "femmes fatales", btw, though he sure has had his share of encounters with those as well.)

(spoiler show)

  Which leads me straight on to my review of the currently latest book in the series, and since one particular narrative strain (and especially the ending) of Two Kinds of Truth also sets up the core premise of Dark Sacred Night, I'm going to put the better part of my review of that book into spoiler tags, because there's no way I can address my quibbles with that book without also addressing those narrative elements -- they are in fact what gives rise to my quibbles.

 

 

Dark Sacred Night (2018)

Given that Michael Connelly's fictional extension of L.A. is essentially a homogeneous universe in which all of his main characters meet sooner or later, it was only a matter of time until Renée Ballard would run into Harry Bosch.  She does so here ... and lands another investigation that takes her out of her "late show" duties; a cold case that nobody is seriously pursuing, not even Lucía Soto, Bosch's final partner at LAPD, who is officially the lead investigator but who has been pulled into the Department's #MeToo task force. 

 

And let's get this one out of the way first, if I had slight concerns where Connelly might be going with Ballard's "moonlighting at daytime" in The Late Show, they certainly didn't get any less here.  I'm not a cop, but I have had, in my own life, more than one day-night-day(-night-day) sequence of the sort that Ballard is giving herself here, and I know for certain fact that there is no way she'd still have had the mental and physical alertness she is showing here on day 2, let alone on day 3 of that sequence.  And yes, I realize that Ballard does indeed have moments where she doesn't exactly act like the sharpest knife in the LAPD's drawer.  Those, though, don't even begin to do justice to the state of exhaustion she actually should be in; even less so would she have been fit enough to fulfill the critical role she keeps playing, especially towards the end of the book.

 

My bigger concern here is with Harry Bosch, though.  And not so much on account of his age as such -- I actually liked how Connelly shows him literally being wrong-footed in a situation he had underestimated,

to the detriment of the investigation and of a witness's life and well-being, and to the point of being given the can by SFPD. 

 

But Jesus f*cking Christ, Harry, won't you ever learn a single lesson when it comes to women?  And it's not even like your readers can't see this one coming on 10 miles against a stiff headwind.  The moment I learned in Two Kinds of Truth that a woman he met there, Elizabeth Clayton, had turned to drugs to blunt the emotional trauma of the unsolved murder of her teenage runaway daughter Daisy (addicted to "hard" drugs herself and selling herself on the street), I knew what to expect next:

 

1. Bosch would go after Elizabeth, get her into detox and therapy and just generally "rescue" her from addiction.

2.  Bosch would then get involved with Elizabeth once and for all, which would include:

a)  Starting a cold case investigation into Daisy's murder, and

b)  Having a(n ultimately physical) relationship with Elizabeth -- without ever wondering whether she was actually ready for this or, for that matter, what exactly it was he felt for her ... or she for him.

3.  The whole thing would come crashing down on both Bosch and Elizabeth with disastrous results for both of them.

 

And boy, did I wish that for once I had been wrong.  But, alas, I wasn't.

 

Now, obviously helping a prescription drug addict to overcome her addiction and even offering her shelter in your own home is an act of major altruism, and if this had been my first Bosch book, I'd probably have been pretty favorably impressed with him.  As it was, though ... it just felt like we've all been down this sort of road way too often already.  And it's not like Harry is completely incapable of forming functioning close relationships; he has overcome considerable hurdles to build one with his daughter Maddie, and he's managed to work closely with many of his partners on the job: Connelly himself, in Two Kinds of Truth, uses the analogy of being able to go blindly into an intersection in a high speed car chase solely on the "all clear" of your partner, and there is not a partner in Bosch's entire career who would not have been able to trust Bosch to precisely that extent.  So for however messed-up Harry Bosch personally may be (and he assuredly is, plenty), it's not like he'd be lacking any and all social skills -- or were uncapable to take a step back and critically reflect on his own actions.  Because without either of these abilities, he would unquestionably have screwed up his relationship with Maddie to a royal degree, and nobody would have lasted long as his partner at LAPD, either.  Yet, when it comes to the women in his private life, he gets it wrong every single time.  And I'm past caring why or rationalizing based on Harry's childhood, the murder of his mother and what he later found out about it, his absent father, his Vietnam "tunnel rat" experience, and whatever else.  Harry is past retirement age.  He should have found a way to deal with his ill-perceived "saviour" complex eons ago.  It's overdue for him to finally find that way out now.

 

Thankfully, the book does actually include another investigation, and it's this one that eventually gets Bosch into trouble -- in more than one respect.  Yet, here, too he ought to seriously take a step back and critically reassess his own position.  He himself has made the resolution that, if he should ever find he's no longer up to the job, he would quit and leave the field to others.  But he's barely out on his backside from SFPD ... and what does the man do?  He walks up to Ballard and suggests an informal "cold case" partnership to her, with her being inside LAPD and him freelancing on the outside.  Which isn't only entirely unprofessional -- on both their parts, incidentally, in addition to which Ballard will be breaking pretty much every single rule of investigative and department protocol -- but also goes straight against Bosch's own resolution, because it's not like he doesn't know full well that he's out on his ear because he himself has screwed up.  Fatally.  To thine own self be true, Harry?  Ah, well ... anything to continue the series for yet another book or two, Mr. Connelly?

 

Now, if only Ballard hadn't accepted Harry's "informal partnership" offer.  But alas, she did.  And I'm currently hoping and praying that this is all we'll be seeing of them in the next book(s).  Because I got a very funny vibe at the end of Dark Sacred Night, and it's not like Ballard hasn't her share of personal issues, either ...

(spoiler show)

 

Character quibbles aside, Connelly probably couldn't write a thoroughly bad book if he tried, I'm still right back in L.A. with every word that he writes, and I actually did like the second (gang-related) narrative strain of Dark Sacred Night.  And since a key character, Elizabeth Clayton, is a mother, I'm also claiming this one for the Russian Mother's Day square in 24 Festive Tasks.

 

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review 2018-11-14 07:54
The Voice at 3:00 A.M.: Selected Late and New Poems - Charles Simic

A good introduction to Simic's poems. He writes about the most mundane objects in the most surreal ways. Lots of rich imagery and a hint of melancholia throughout. Looking forward to eventually tackling more of his work.

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review 2018-09-19 03:14
Thank you
Better Late Than Never - Kimberla Lawson Roby

Finally a close to a series.  Thank you Kimberla Lawson Roby. 

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text 2018-09-04 14:59
Monthly Run Down - August 2018
Too Late - Colleen Hoover
The Rehearsal Dinner - J.R. Ward
A Little Big Rock - Lauren Blakely
Creative Quest - Ahmir Questlove Thompson
The Reception - J.R. Ward
The Edible Cookie Dough Cookbook - Olivia Hops
Eternal Beast - Laura Wright
Black Privilege: Opportunity Comes to Those Who Create It - Charlamagne Tha God,Charlamagne Tha God,Simon & Schuster Audio
Consumed - J.R. Ward
Seriously... I'm Kidding - Ellen DeGeneres

*Better late than never right?



Books I Read:

 

Too Late - 3.75 Stars - Super intense.

 

The Rehearsal Dinner - 4 Stars - Hot, and not just because the characters are firefighters

A Little Big Rock  - 4 Stars - I need to figure out where I can sign up for a Spencer of my own.

 

Creative Quest  - 3.5 Stars - Interesting, made me think more about creativity than I think I ever have, and that’s a good thing.  

 

The Reception   - 4 Stars - Just as hot as I thought it would be. So ready for Consumed

 

The Edible Cookie Dough Book - 5 Stars - So many fun and delicious recipes that I can’t wait to try

 

Eternal Beast - 4 Stars - So many layers of story.

 

Black Privilege: Opportunity Comes to Those Who Create It - 4 Stars - Inspirational

 

Consumed - 4 Stars - Great start to a new series. I love these characters

 

Seriously… I’m Kidding - 4 Stars - lots of fun

 

Rough & Ready - 3.5 Stars - Tanner Green is swoonworthy






DNF:

 

Single and Looking Daisy - Balinda Austin - Daisy is a hot mess who needs psychiatric help.



Currently Reading:



Sexsomnia - Anya Omah - So far I dislike the “Hero”

 

Lies  - T.M. Logan - Just started so nothing much has happened




Year to Date Totals:



January: 9 books

February: 10 books

March: 9 books

April: 6 books

May: 10 books

June: 6 books

July: 7 books

August: 12 books

 

2018: 69 books

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