Though Boogie House is his first novel, T. Blake Braddy writes with the self-assurance of a seasoned author. He's got swagger; there’s a devil-may-care attitude in his storytelling that’s very appealing. And he has the right to be confident—he definitely has a way with words. “I stared at her for a while in the quiet pleasure of the afternoon.” Clever, unique descriptions like these are plentiful throughout the book and I really enjoyed them. But it was also a frustrating read. What seems to have been a slapdash editing job overlooks many typos, and more importantly, many instances where there was no agreement between the beginning of a sentence and its end. I also struggled through a few continuity issues, some of which I think have to do with the formatting of the ebook file.
Editing issues aside, Boogie House introduces an interesting premise, crossing the paranormal with the crime mystery. Things aren’t going so well for former cop Rolson McKane. His addict wife has left him, his drinking has gotten out of control and the demons of his past continue to haunt him. To make matters worse, he begins to experience hallucinations, the first of which leads him to discover the body of a murder victim. He immediately suspects Brickmeyer, the owner of the land on which the body was found, who has money and political aspirations. Rolson ignores the advice of about 12 people (I’m probably exaggerating) who tell him he should keep well away from Brickmeyer if he knows what’s good for him. In an effort to repay an old debt he feels he owes to society, he begins an unofficial investigation.
This is when you expect the down-on-his-luck protagonist to start earning your good will and support. The problem is that Rol is not very likeable. The man is clearly carrying a lot of baggage and it's quite irritating watching him not deal with any of it. With other such characters there's usually enough humour or sarcasm or a history of admirable actions to make up for the lack of traditionally likeable traits. Here there was nothing to help me warm up to him. He makes bad decisions (sometimes resulting in serious consequences for those who are trying to help him), he's a drunkard, he has trouble expressing feelings or reactions, and his investigation skills are desperately wanting. Granted, he’s having to deal with visions, and they were the best parts of the book for me, but I would’ve liked to see them put to better use instead of simply taking the place of a respectable inquiry.
Half way through the book, a sit-down with a mystic guitar player kicks off a more satisfying stretch. Still, the errors are a nuisance, and a crying shame. A sentence like “I watched the old man slide his way through some decades-old tragedy” is robbed of its beauty by the confusing one that follows: “He didn’t play for a long time, but he didn’t stop immediately, but when he did, it felt like exactly the right moment.”
The race issues addressed in the story give it depth and resonance; some of the historical scenes are difficult to read, as they should be. The ending came as a surprise—the murderer wasn’t at all who I thought it would be—and if you’re a fan of the procedural crime series, the setup for the crime-fighting Rolson McKane with his revelatory visions (and let’s not forget his buddy Deuce) will have you reaching for the next book.