I binge-read an author or book series I like the way some people binge-watch TV shows. The problem with that, I have found, is that binging on anything can be painful and counter-productive. You start to get almost bored or annoyed at the very thing that made you want to binge in the first place.
I have found that, with books at least, I need to pace myself. Some authors just can’t be binged on the way one can binge-watch great TV shows like “The X-Files”, “Lost”, or “Fringe”.
John Connolly is one such author. I love his Charlie Parker mystery series, but they are so rich with atmosphere and dense with hauntingly gorgeous prose that it’s difficult for me to sit and read his books back to back. I need to take breaks between them. Breathers, if you will. They are just too intense.
Take, for example, “The Wrath of Angels”, Connolly’s eleventh novel to feature his tortured private eye, Charlie Parker. It starts off the way most of Connolly’s books start, with a creepy, weird event. In this case, two hunters lost in the Maine woods find an airplane that appears to have crashed years ago. Inside the cockpit, they find a ton of money and a list of names. They also find evidence of a passenger who may have walked away from the crash.
Fast forward many years later: those hunters, now on their death beds, are confessing their sins. They took the money. They spent it to better their lives and the lives of their families and friends. They don’t feel too guilty about that part. What they worry about is the people who have, over the years, come around to ask about the whereabouts of the plane and, more importantly, the list of names.
What follows is a crazy tour de force by Connolly, who manages to tie threads from previous novels into a coherent culmination of storylines.
Parker’s investigation into the story uncovers a secret global cabal of the wealthy and powerful, a group simply known as the Backers. For decades (centuries perhaps), these select unknown few have been choreographing tragedies and wars, assassinations and coups. To what end? Parker has no clue. He knows, though, that the very existence of this list of names is highly important to these people, and they will stop at nothing to make sure it never sees the light of day.
That’s not the crazy part, though. Because it turns out that another group that Parker has dealt with in the past---a group known as the Believers, who believe that they are fallen angels put on the Earth to do God’s dirty work---also wants the list, for very different reasons.
But wait, it gets even crazier: the almost super-human hitman known as the Collector, a person that Parker has had run-ins with in the past and barely survived to talk about it, also wants the list.
Everybody wants the list. But here’s the craziest part, the part that both terrifies and fascinates Parker in equal measure: rumor has it that Parker’s name is one of the names on the list...
WTF!!??
This book has it all: suspense, action, creepy supernatural stuff and weird paranormal activity, humor, sex, and lots of words. Seriously, this book has WORDS.
Connolly loves to write, and I love to read what he writes, but I’m not gonna lie: he is super wordy. If, like me, you love gorgeous writing and enjoy a well-constructed paragraph or two or fifty, then Connolly may be your ticket. Just don’t read him thinking he’s going to be James Patterson. He makes Patterson look like an eight-year-old who discovers a typewriter and thinks he can write a book.
Seriously, though, Connolly can write like a dream. Sometimes like a nightmare. And sometimes like one of those night terrors that wakes you up at 3 a.m. and fucks with your brain for weeks afterwards, which is why I need to calm down, take a break, and read some fluff now. Maybe a Stephen King or a Lee Child. You know, something light-hearted...