As we prepare in my neck of the woods for yet another blast
of icy cold from Mother Nature, I find there’s nothing better than tossing
another log on the fire and grabbing a good book to take the chill off. This
winter as provided us with great reads from reliable veterans and newcomers
alike.
Death
at Nuremberg (A Clandestine Operations Novel) – W. E. B. Griffin and William E.
Butterworth – (G P Putnam)
W. E. B. Griffin and writing partner William E.
Butterworth easily fall into that reliable category with the latest entry, the
fourth, in their ongoing Clandestine Operations series, Death at Nuremberg. While I’ve read a number of Griffin’s books
from various series, I am not a completist of his work, so while regular
readers may be put off by the volume of background and carryover from prior
books in the series. It worked for me to get me quickly and easily up to speed
and not leave me wondering who many of these characters are and what they had
already done.
Safe in the knowledge of that detail it was easy for me
to track through the current story of special agent James Cronley, Jr. as he
gets tossed into yet another turbulent situation as he charged with protecting
the U.S. chief military prosecutor at the infamous Nuremberg war crimes trials
following WWII. Griffin and Butterworth toss in some clever traps along the way
that will keep you and Cronley guessing as to what’s actually afoot.
Is it the Soviet Union’s NKGB or the equally infamous
Odessa organization who tried to smuggle Nazi war criminals out of post-war
Germany that are behind the nefarious plot? The pair weave a great story that
takes us back to the amazing crossroad that mixes the nasty remains of the
great War, the start of the Cold War tensions that would chew through decades
of diplomatic chess matches and billions of dollars and the start of the spy
organization that would wage the struggle. This is great read that delivers on
the authenticity of the comings and goings of that time.
The
Chalk Man: A Novel – C. J. Tudor (Crown)
I can’t quite put my finger on it; there is just
something about the debuts British fiction writers that seem to capture my
attention and suck me in hook, line and sinker. A couple of years back there
was The Widow by Fiona Barton and Written in Dead Wax, from Andrew Cartmel’s
excellent, The Vinyl Detective series. You’re never quite sure where the story
is going, but you know you just want to be along for the ride.
That is the hallmark of C. J. Tudor’s debut The Chalk Man. As Tudor set the table,
laying out the characters, the places and the direction the story would go you
can see the makings of something truly great. I admit at times there was a
sense of “hurry up and get on with it” but, that may be the magic of what makes
this book tick and percolate forward.
Then there is those didn’t see that coming moments that
will not only shock and jolt you, but will have you hanging on to see what
happens next. Soon enough you’re elbow deep in the story and simply along for
the ride. Tudor sets the tone early, describing a seemingly ordinary, blissful
scene at a town fair that gets ripped apart when a piece rickety traveling
carnival ride break free and hurtles into a beautiful, young girl, and hurls
our main character into a nightmarish rescue operation.
Tudor does a nice job of balancing the dueling, decades
apart, story lines that bounce between 1986 and 2016. There is a vivid, visual
quality to Tudor’s writing that evidence her background in script writing and
will make it clear that this story belongs on the big screen.
Two
Kinds of Truth (A Harry Bosch Novel) – Michael Connelly – (Little Brown)
Michael Connelly is a true master. Along the way he has
managed to create some of the most memorable and colorful characters in crime
fiction. He takes those living and breathing fictional creations and breathes
life into the stories he populates with them to the point where you as a reader
develop an empathy towards them and can relate to the struggles they face.
Harry Bosch is one of those brilliant creations and
Connelly once again manages to ensnare him into a pair of running storylines
that serve up the best of what make Bosch tick. In Two Kinds of Truth Bosch is plodding along, working cold cases for
the San Fernando PD almost as a hobby more than a career, when he gets sucked
into a very real, very current double homicide that the understaffed,
inexperience SFPD isn’t really prepared to handle.
Then comes the hook that Bosch gets jammed up on an old
murder case from his past, that has a wannabe actor appealing a murder
conviction from death row as his clock ticks down. This is Connelly and Bosch
at their best; smart ass, wise cracking, follow your gut and figure it all out
by the end of 417 pages. Connelly uses his master’s touch to weave past partners,
The Lincoln Lawyer, Mickey Haller and
a cast of colorful folks into the story, making this an almost perfect way to
kill a cold winter’s night.