For reasons unfathomable to the (human) brain, I have been using food metaphors in reviews for books in this series, starting with the hot dog that is Relic. Someone should really stop me from ever putting pen to paper again, but until that happens, let’s keep it going.
This was the most challenging book to fooditize, in part because it’s a little different. There’s not a whole lot of Pendergast mystery solving, faux-supernatural creepiness, serial killers, or arcane NYC secrets. There’s not even much D’Agostino or Hayward. There IS a fair bit of Judson Esterhazy, a little Corrie Swanson, and some supporting turns from new characters who meat gruesome ends, and a LOT of Pendergast going full-on Jason Bourne.
So, what is this book? It’s cold pizza, which is an obvious metaphor, but not for the reasons you think.
See, I would argue that neither pizza nor vengeance are dishes best served cold. I mean, cold pizza is fine, I guess, but ooey gooey warm cheesiness is preferable. Similarly, I’d way rather rip out someone’s jugular the moment they cut in front of me in line at the grocery store, even if unintentionally, so that I can enjoy the baffled look of dumbfoundedness on their stupid faces and let it serve as a warning to everyone else in the area that I am not to be crossed when I am trying to legally purchase milk and eggs as opposed to doing it to them like five years later.*
In short, cold pizza’s not my favorite. It’s fine. I certainly wouldn’t kick it out of bed (though, to be fair, I probably wouldn’t bring it into bed in the first place because I’m just not a crumbs in the sheets kind of guy, just as I am not a make-love-to-pizza kind of guy, though have no such compunctions about laying the wood to a good penne a la vodka). But, if I have my druthers**, I’ll take fresh out of the oven pizza, just as I would pick several of the preceding dectuplet (is that another word for 10?) of Pendergastian adventures over this one.
Still, I just can’t quit Pendergast. Onward to further adventures and resolving the mystery of…well, no spoilers. But there’s a humdinger of a reveal in this one.
*Okay, so, yeah—I might have some issues I need to work through.
**My high school basketball coach used to tell this great story about being on a job interview and getting asked, “If you had your druthers, what would you be doing?” Only he had no idea what the hell “druthers” meant, so he hemmed and hawed and was like, “Yeah, my druthers…well, if I had them—my druthers—I guess if I had some of those, I would be…well, I guess I would be doing what everyone else who has druthers does.” Perhaps unsurprisingly, he did not get that job.