Still had a bad headcold, so I read this one after I'd read his newest, Home. Interesting, because like most long detective series, you both do, and do not, have to read the books in order. The mysteries themselves don't change with time, so that's not the problem, which is why you can read them out of order. The problem is what you know about the characters. In Home, for example, Terese and Zorra play a larger role than they do here, but in The Final Detail you meet them for the first time. Well, Zorra, anyway. When Bolitar found himself in a cross-dressing bar, I thought, This might be where he meets Zorra. (Female Zorro, get it?) And, indeed, it was. So there's a lot of that kind of thing here for me, though I still don't know who Brenda is/was.
The book itself was a very quick read, and a pleasure to read, though more for the characters than for the mystery. The problem was that we are led to believe that Esperanza, who is in jail for a murder she did not commit, would rather take the rap for that murder, and the prison sentence, than let Bolitar get involved and maybe learn something distasteful about himself and his past. To this end, she does not help him to help her, and barely speaks to him at all, except to tell him to get lost. This is, of course, ridiculous. I've got some very close friends, and I like to think that I'm a helluva good guy for them, as they are for me, but I'm not going to do a few decades in prison for them, for a murder I have not committed, just so I can protect them from learning perhaps an unsavory facet to their lives and personalities. That just ain't happenin', and I'm sure they would feel the same way about me. Totally understandable.
But there's no mystery if she tells him anything, so we have to just bite down on that bitter pill and move on. That this book is a quick pleasure to read at all despite this is testimony to the odd way Coben can tell a quirky story with otherwise believable characters, including a 3rd person narrator who has opinions and breaks the fourth wall, and a psychotic financial specialist who cannot let himself be seen in a busy place (in Home) and yet who runs his own business in a busy office in a Manhattan highrise. Again, you have to shrug your shoulders and move on, but the cool thing here is that you'll want to, and you're okay doing so. Normally you can't do that with so many things breaking that suspension of disbelief, and yet you do, as many people have with Coben, as evidenced by his string of national bestsellers.
Very odd. Also strange was that Coben used the New York Yankees as a vehicle for one of his characters, who ends up being rather unsavory herself, and yet makes up a few ballclubs (like the New Jersey Dragons) for the mystery man to play minor league ball in. It's okay for a vengeful killer to own the Yankees, but not for a drunk young guy to get in a bad car accident while playing for a real minor league team? Did the Yankees give him the okay to use their name, but not the Yankees minor league teams? Strange. As a former bad ballplayer, I was just right on that. Don't know why.
At any rate, you'll see Bolitar emotionally regretting his recent escape and isolation, and how he is with his elderly parents really hit home with me. Who amongst us doesn't have regrets about how we behaved with our now-elderly or now-deceased parents? Coben handled this honestly and well.
Bolitar's ring of friends are too outlandish to take completely at face value. You'll have to just go with their strangeness and sometimes unrealness if you're going to finish this. You'll want to, as I did, but you'll wonder why and marvel at that strangeness, as I also did. But you'll do it anyway.