This is not a book blog, but I've read a few books lately that I want to review, so I'm making the next few Tuesdays book blogging days. Think of these as bonus blog posts alongside the history and the stuff about writing. And tango. Never forget the tango.
Anyway, here's the first one. Caution: may contain spoilers.
Two Nights
by Kathy Reichs
Are you on NetGalley yet? If you're not, I really do recommend it. You get the chance to see copies of brand-new books, many by less well-known authors but including some bestselling names who are looking for early promotion of their next title. The only disadvantage is that you might be expected to write a review. Of course, nobody can make you write a review but I like to play fair. Which brings me to Two Nights by Kathy Reichs.
Two Nights
by Kathy Reichs
Are you on NetGalley yet? If you're not, I really do recommend it. You get the chance to see copies of brand-new books, many by less well-known authors but including some bestselling names who are looking for early promotion of their next title. The only disadvantage is that you might be expected to write a review. Of course, nobody can make you write a review but I like to play fair. Which brings me to Two Nights by Kathy Reichs.
Ms Reichs is best known for her books about Temperance
Brennan, the forensic pathologist. Two
Nights, though, introduces a very different heroine, Sunday Night.
Back in the days of Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot, your
detective story hero could just be introduced as a "consulting detective”.
Nowadays they all come with a back-story and, in a crowded field, the
back-stories become ever more extravagant. Sunnie Night’s past is revealed to
us bit by bit in what is essentially a separate story interspersed with the
main narrative. You know when you get to it, because it's all written in
italics. There are literary agents who will reject on sight any book with
italicised segments and I have considerable sympathy with this approach. I like
my back-story to be just that. It should be the reason why our hero/heroine
behaves in the way that they do and the reader should learn about it through
the actions of the protagonist in the story, not as a separate author’s note.
There must be exceptions, of course, (there always are) but this seems a good
ground rule and Reichs less breaks it than hits it with a baseball bat, runs
over it with a steamroller, and then feeds the pieces into a paper shredder.
The back story is traumatic and appalling (mad cults and
mass suicide feature) but it doesn't seem to be all the baggage that Sunnie
Night is toting with her. We will presumably learn in later volumes just why
she was thrown out of the Army and perhaps even more about the police career
that was ended when she was partially blinded in one eye. Reichs seems to have
laden Sunnie down with every psychological trauma she could offer, ensuring
that she will stand out from all those other private eyes in books like this.
She certainly needs to, because the story, slickly plotted and entertainingly
written as it is, is just another bog-standard thriller.
Night is hired by a rich woman to hunt down the terrorists
who killed her daughter and kidnapped her grand-daughter. The terrorists do
that convenient thing that villains in this sort of book do and try to kill the
investigator. One day they’ll learn that if they just lie low and do nothing
the PI, in the absence of any clues, will have to give up and go home. But no,
they always have to try to off our heroine who, being a crack shot and
brilliant at hand-to-hand combat (naturally) offs them in an almost
irritatingly casual way. At least the cops are irritated, allowing the by-play
between sassy private eye and world-weary cop that comes with this territory.
Eventually one of the villains leaves an email where Night
can find it and, with an unlikely burst of insight, she realises that the
terrorists plan to blow up the Kentucky Derby. This leads to the compulsory
climax in which our heroine searches through the crowds at the Derby until she
sees the evil villains and takes them down. It’s going to look great when it’s
filmed, as it pretty well inevitably will be.
So, rubbish then? Not quite. Because writing a thriller that
keeps you bowling along looks easy but is a skill that not many writers have.
Kathy Reich has honed her craft to the point where even such an unpromising
plot outline can turn into a more than decent read. It would be better without
the italicised back-story and I’d be happier if I could feel more sympathy for
Sunday Night who goes through life picking fights with everyone and seriously annoying
most of the people she comes in contact with, including her readers. But if
this is the sort of book you like, then you’ll like this one. I doubt anyone
will love it, but I’m sure Sunday Night would agree that she wasn’t put into
the world to be loved.
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