“For readers, one of life’s most electrifying discoveries is that they are readers – not just capable of doing it…but in love with it. Hopelessly. Head over heels. The first book that does that is never forgotten, and each page seems to bring a fresh revelation, one that burns and exalts: Yes! That’s how it is! Yes! I saw that, too! And, of course, That’s what I think! That’s what I FEEL!”
- Stephen King, Finders Keepers
This is a novel that celebrates great literature. No, not just great, but transformative literature. The book that hooks you like a street drug, that teaches you the power of words; the book that, perhaps, for the first time, convinces you that you are not alone.
Finders Keepers, the middle entry of Stephen King’s Bill Hodges Trilogy, is the vessel used to transmit this powerful and resonant theme. Unfortunately, it is a decidedly average, at times even mediocre work, saved only by King’s innate ability to spin a yarn.
Middle installments of trilogies are famously hard to produce. You need to do contradictory things, by both moving forward and holding still, advancing the storyline but withholding the finale. The problems here have nothing to do with that. King has a good enough story, I think, but it is marred by lazy plotting and poor execution.
It could, in fact, have succeeded as a stand alone thriller, far away from the multiverse expanding around Bill Hodges.
The best part of Finders Keepers comes within its first section. King’s opening gambit is brilliant. In two alternating storylines, one starting in 1978, the other in 2009, King builds a clever back-story that had me absolutely on the hook.
In 1978, a psychopathic literature fan named Morris Bellamy breaks into the home of the reclusive and retired author, John Rothstein. Part Salinger and part Roth, John Rothstein is most famous for his Runner trilogy, featuring a protagonist named Jimmy Gold (who seems to be a cross between Holden Caulfield and Rabbit Angstrom). Rothstein is reputed to have a trove of unpublished material, including sequels to his Runner books.
Morris steals this paper treasure from Rothstein, deals with his accomplices, and then buries a chest full of Moleskine journals while he tries to figure out what to do with his haul.
The burial takes place behind Morris’s old home, in an unnamed Ohio industrial city that is fast becoming Castle Rock 2.0.
Meanwhile, in 2009, we meet Tom Sauber, who is about to go to the job fair at City Center. He is injured by Brady Hartsfield, a.k.a. “Mr. Mercedes,” in the bloody crime that opened volume one of the Hodges Trilogy. Injured and out of work, in the midst of the Great Recession, the Sauber family tries to hold together. King has always had a frighteningly good ability to deconstruct a family. With incredible economy, King traces every fracture and fault line, viewing most of the collapse through the eyes of young Peter.
One day, Peter, who is also a John Rothstein super-fan, goes out back behind his house, which was also once the house of Morris Bellamy. He finds the manuscripts buried in the backyard.
And that’s when the real story begins.
I absolutely loved the opening sequences, the toggling back and forth, the excruciating and precise tracing of shattered psyches and splintered families. To me, this was a master-class of writing. King uses it as buildup, but it stands alone as its own story. It is some of the best writing King has done.
And it is followed by some of the worst.
It’s strange that it takes so long for Bill Hodges to enter his own story. Strange, but not unwelcome. I don’t think much of the Hodges character. To me, the retired detective is one-half stereotype, one-half bad decisions. When we meet him, he is running a skip tracing firm called Finders Keepers, dedicated to locating people who have gone underground. The crew he gathered in Mr. Mercedes, including Holly (a computer expert) and Jerome (also a computer expert) are still around, though Jerome’s page time is down (possibly because there is no need for two computer experts).
For reasons that I will not spoil, and which are frankly too convoluted and stupid to explain, Hodges and Finders Keepers is pulled into the Bellamy/Sauber saga over the missing Rothstein manuscripts. Suffice to say, it does not make sense to call Hodges, except that the novel is putatively about Hodges. So, Hodges gets the call.
I will freely admit that I am a bit fixated on this turn of events. This shoehorning of Hodges, Holly, and Jerome into a perfectly good story. If I could have swallowed this, I probably would have enjoyed the rest of the meal. But I could not. It stuck in my throat like a big chunk of dry beef.
The reason: The entire endgame is based on the premise that no one is smart enough to call 9-1-1.
If anyone, at any time, had picked up the phone, dialed three numbers that my four year-old knows by heart, and spoke to the person on the other end, all the twists, turns, and unnecessary danger is immediately averted.
Yet, despite learning this exact lesson in Mr. Mercedes, Hodges refuses to make that call. Even when he is standing at the scene of a homicide!
The contortions that King undertakes to rationalize this obstinate refusal to contact authorities is ridiculous. King seems to sense this ridiculousness, and keeps trying to explain it. It probably would have been better just to ignore the plot hole, instead of drawing attention to it. We all know it’s just an excuse to let Fool & the Gang in on the fun.
King’s best work is not necessarily based on intricate designs. When I think back to my favorite King novels, expert plotting is not what sticks out in my mind. In Finders Keepers, everything falls into place. There are no lose ends. The gears spin without a hitch. The problem, though, is that this mechanism is constructed of wild coincidences, acts of god, and a bevy of questionable choices by the characters, ranging from impossibly prophetic to implausibly stupid. The denseness of the characters is really grating, especially Peter Saubers, who despite being a precocious reader has the decision-making abilities of a sack of bent nails. At one point, he tells himself to think hard, and I nearly shouted, Hard? As soon as you think at all, it’ll be the first time!
This is a book in which the heroes don’t alert law enforcement, even when they desperately need to get to a location 20 minutes away…This is a book in which characters who don’t seem to recognize the need to alert law enforcement, can nevertheless make incredible inferential leaps that allow them to stay on the trail of the baddie…this is a book in which a teenage girl, at a crucial, life & death juncture of the story, leaves her cell phone in the house.
In none of the infinite worlds existing parallel to our own would a teenager voluntarily leave the house without her cell phone. Life and death situation or not.
All the slipshod scene construction, the papering over of huge logic gaps, the very Scooby Doo-ish nature of Bill Hodges and Co. tracking down the bad guy, eventually started to grate on me.
King is so talented that even his worst stuff is still readable. That’s the bottom line here. This is some of his worst stuff, and it’s still readable.
I will move forward to the final installment, to see who Bill Hodges will track down next, knowing full well that the person who really should be in jail, for the safety of all, is Bill Hodges himself.