I bought this book for the cover. (Okay, it was free via my daily Kindle deals newsletter, but the cover alone is a total must-have.) I love the motorcycle-riding Vietnam Vet. "Get ready for the ride of your life" - all right! Hang on, don't ride off yet, I'm coming!
The cover did not deceive. The prose did not disappoint. Terry Irving can write about riding a motorcycle as poetically as Pablo Neruda writes about love, and that is the highest tribute I can think of. No poet ranks higher than Neruda in my book.
The prose is so beautiful, I found the author on Twitter and told him he could probably make instruction manuals sound fascinating. Terry Irving tweeted in reply, "Actually, I have written both instruction manuals and computer User's Guides. Work better than Ambien." Hmm. Would I buy a computer user guide just because Terry Irving wrote it? Maybe it's the motorcycle, not *just* the beautiful, poetic prose, that had me so riveted.
This novel is riveting, all right. If you're a fan of the thriller genre, this is a 5-star novel. If you hate certain tropes of that genre, you'll be shaking your fist, cursing the author who made you witness blood spattering graphically, explicitly, and unforgettably. Especially when the blood is shed from a character you love. (Nope, can't tell you which ones.)
Call me literary. Or stubborn. Or too demanding. I can't even talk about my frustrations except to others who've read and loved the book due to that spoiler business. {{ *Lamentations of Frustration* on top of Cries of Anger }}
I love Vietnam Vets and motorcycles but I intensely dislike the thriller genre, so I'll play it safe and say no more than that. For now. (Give it time, I might recover sufficiently from the needless bloodshed and loss of life to say something more useful.)
Oh. BUY THE BOOK, even if you hate the thriller genre. There. If you follow me on Twitter, you know my tirades about Lying Authors (it's a given). Murderous, Homicidal Authors who make us love certain characters, then show these characters dying? Never forgive! Never Forget!
I'm mad at you, Terry Irving. Sure, authors have no control over their characters. They take on lives of their own. Gaaahh!!!
I'm willing to suspend disbelief for a good story, and I'll give authors their poetic license to tamper with historical dates and events, but, like the lone 3-star reviewer here (everyone else offers 4 or 5 stars), I was jarred right out of the story (like a cyclist bouncing over the railroad tracks and flying off the road) on seeing characters play Dungeons and Dragons in 1972.
Hacking, too. Computer hackers in 1972? Nothing in the novel appears to be digital. Reels of film, pictures developed in dark rooms, lots of great description of archaic technology, yet hacking is in its infancy because someone is using computers in 1972.
Okay. Moving on. The pacifist mentality (mentioned by the lone 3-star reviewer) has ruined many a novel or movie for me, too. The trope is this: "I hate killing. I will never kill a person, even in self defense." So you temporarily disable the person who's trying to kill you. Later, that person comes back to repeat the attempts on your life. Without fail, someone else near and dear to you will end up dead because you passed up that chance to kill the killer. (Dexter: you know which serial killer I'm talking about, and which character bled out in a bath tub.) Meh!
The PTSD scenes are compelling and convincing. This notion of letting an assassin live? Unacceptable. Irresponsible. I'm mad at you, Terry Irving.
The claims about Nixon, South Vietnam, campaign financing, and the real reason our troops were sent over to die in the jungle-- maybe it's true, maybe it's not. I haven't web-surfed that one yet. (Or heard of it anywhere else but here.) Irving also advances the conspiracy theory that Oswald was not the only shooter, and Ruby did not act alone (someone else put him up to killing Oswald). Okay, poetic license. Still. I'm more inclined to grant it to science fiction and steampunk writers than straight-up historical fiction authors.
Still, I can overlook any anachronism in hacking or Dungeons and Dragons, if the story is that good (and it is), but the tropes of the thriller genre just set my teeth on edge. Halfway into the novel, I couldn't believe this guy was still getting on his cycle, *knowing* he was being shadowed by would-be assassins, and the stupid assassins, having been outwitted by this cyclist before, would keep pursuing him in a car. Are people really that stupid? Uh... unfortunately, I think the answer is yes, they are, and that's why the idiotic heroine of scary movies always goes *alone* to the empty house where the killer awaits her.
Another irritant to me was the issue of the Washington Redskins having a racist mascot. That felt like a 21st Century intrusion into a 1970s novel. I'm a great fan of Native Americans and a champion of their causes, but this was just one of several examples of the author's personal views sneaking into a novel. Where do you draw the line on that? I'm not here to define that, because all authors reveal their core beliefs and world view, but some are more subtle than others.
Still. This novel is worth buying even if you find it annoying or maddening at times. Our motorcycle riding Vietnam Vet is all that, and more. There's a sequel? Count me in!