I suppose it's true that Babe Ruth struck out a lot. Swing for the fences and you're bound to hit a lot of foul balls, and whatnot. Well, if excellent writer R.J. Ellory is a literary Babe Ruth, then this is his foulest of balls. (ahem)
Maybe this was a grand experiment?
Maybe the whole idea was to make a protagonist (if you can call him that) with absolutely no redeeming features, and then try to get something meaningful out if it. If that's what this was, I suppose it was a grand authorial swing for the fences, but the result is a complete whiff, with the bat slipping out of the hitter's hands and smashing you in the face. If there was meaning there, I never saw it for the Louisville Slugger I got bludgeoned with.
Anything like an identifiable human quality to this Madigan character is lost in a seething black hole of blood, gore, drugs, crime and duplicity. That's fine if he's supposed to be the villain (and I spent a good while hoping that a different character was actually going to turn out to be the protagonist) but I think in some weird way this guy was supposed to be a flawed hero...or...something? Sorry, RJ, too much flaw and not enough (not any) hero.
And while thankfully the utter bloodbath at the outset eventually subsides to something more like a thriller than the opening gore-fest seems to indicate, there just isn't anything left -- plot or character -- to identify with. Any sort of humane quality portrayed in Madigan, his concern for a wounded girl, his tender feelings for her mother, his wishing he were different, whatever, feel fake and implausible given everything else that happens. Madigan's not just morally compromised, he's morally vacant, and that makes it hard to care about -- or believe -- the rest of it.
So why such harsh words and not a one-star rating? Well, for one thing I really liked several of Ellory's other books (Candlemoth, Quiet Belief in Angels, The Anniversary Man, home runs all of them.) and so I know he writes well. But mostly, it's because this book could have been worse:
Once it became clear that my hoped-for hero was just going to turn out to be a sap, I started dreading what I thought might end up being the ultimate destination of all this. The worst-case, chuck-the-book-across-the-room, don't-you-dare-take-it-there type of ending that just started to seem inevitable. And, thankfully, it didn't go there. So...
If it still could've been worse, you gotta give it...
Two Stars. (no hit, one error)