I didn’t expect Where’s Jackson Pollock? to pull me in the way it did. I opened it thinking I’d read a couple of pages, and suddenly I was caught in this strange, winding journey around a missing painting and the people who just can’t let it go. What surprised me most is how much weight one artwork can carry: emotion, obsession, consequence. It stops being an object and turns into a kind of gravitational center that everyone keeps orbiting, for better or worse.
The book moves through different times and places, but it never feels confusing. Each shift lands smoothly, like stepping into a new room with its own light, tone, and tension. The atmosphere is great. Sometimes smoky, sometimes heavy, sometimes oddly hopeful. It lingers.
The characters were what really hooked me. None of them are perfect, and that made them feel real. They mess up, they justify themselves, they want things they probably shouldn’t. A few even made me laugh with their dry humor or stubbornness. I ended up caring far more about their choices than about whether the painting was real or not.
The writing has a steady, almost cinematic rhythm because it is not fast, not slow, just deliberate and vivid. Even in the quieter scenes, there’s this sense that something is about to shift, and that kept me turning the pages.
Overall, it’s a really satisfying mystery with personality, atmosphere, and more heart than I expected. If you enjoy stories where motives, guilt, and desire all collide around a single object, this one is absolutely worth reading.
I received my copy through a Goodreads Giveaway, and I want to thank Goodreads, the author Jim Davidson, and the publisher. Getting the book as a gift was a treat but the review is completely honest.