This book and I may have gotten off on the wrong foot. I wanted to revisit Nelson DeMille--I read Plum Island years ago and remembered really enjoying it, especially protagonist John Corey's smartass sense of humor. I recall very little about the book, other than a row between Corey and a villain which ends up with Corey disemboweling him, and proceeding to lay the contents on his open stomach with a flourish ("'Your guts,' I declared."). That's a line that stays with you when you're young.
Upon recommendation (thanks, Don!), I picked up Night Fall, not giving the synopsis a glance. This may have been an issue, as the whole book deals with speculation and conspiracy theories surrounding TWA Flight 800, which exploded off the coast of Long Island in 1996. I had just graduated from high school and remember hearing the news quite vividly. I remember all of the initial eye-witness accounts reporting what seemed to be a missile heading towards the plane before its explosion, and then how all of those reports seemed to just die down. Mechanical trouble, the final report stated.
DeMille gives a great forward about why he felt compelled to write about the explosion--exploring multiple theories, including the official conclusion--framing events and eye-witness accounts within a fictional detective yarn. Part of me was up for the journey. Who doesn't like a good conspiracy theory?
The other part of me was conflicted about the subject matter. What I liked most about DeMille's main guy last time around was his sarcasm, and I just didn't know if I could stomach sarcasm or jokes about something that felt like it happened yesterday. I've suffered from a fear of flying my whole life, so when I hear about a plane crash, hijacking, etc., I go to a bad place.... and stay there. For an uncomfortable amount of time. It's a tragic event, and while I think DeMille's intentions were good, this obviously impacted any pleasure I was hoping to glean from a light, fun read. I mean, I was BUDDY READING this book! (More on that later.)
Anyway, I read somewhere once in "the rules of crime-solving" that a detective can't solve a case until he turns in his gun and his badge; that any grocery bag has to have a baguette peaking out from the top; that a man can take a gunshot wound like a champ but will flinch in distress if a woman is cleaning out his paper cut--many of these cliches hold true in this novel, but DeMille is clever enough to make them part of the fun. And as the story moves farther from the details of the crash, and deeper into the intricacies of Corey's detective work and one-liners, I felt my enjoyment cautiously growing. Nelson knows how to get you to turn those pages, and as Corey's wife Kate must do on multiple occasions, you just want to roll your eyes when Corey's being the colossal dick he fully acknowledges he's being. ... And then give him a big old bear hug and say fondly, "oh, John."
...Until all enjoyment abruptly stopped. When I registered where the final pages were headed (and I had my suspicions early on), I couldn't help feeling tricked and disappointed. Harsh? Maybe. But in the interest of being spoiler-free, let's just say my initial intuition that the subject matter was too much for me was accurate. And I certainly didn't get the resolution that is so satisfying in detective novels.
Would I read another DeMille? I would; he knows how to write page turners, and make me chuckle. This just happened to be the wrong pick for yours truly. Rating: 4 for readability, 2 for subject matter, 2 when I compare it to the other DeMille I've read, Plum Island. 5 for book-club worthiness. I settled on a 3.
This marks the second book of the year that I have "buddy read." The first being The End of the Affair with Joe Valdez (spoiler: He hated it! I loved it!); this one with whip-smart Carol. I love all "you people" on Goodreads, but Carol is one of my faves. I always look forward to her smart, opinionated reviews: she has a critical, discerning eye, which she applies to any genre she reads: fantasy, sci-fi, mystery. She loves strong women, kickass authors like Octavia Butler, and when I picture her writing her reviews, I picture her thoughtfully staring into space like her awesome avatar. I also discovered quite recently that she is a speed reader :) Check out her review of Dune; you won't regret it.
I'm very curious to see where Carol lands with Night Fall, but regardless of her final rating, I'm sure I'll enjoy the review.