I‘m breaking a rule by giving this novel a five-star rating, which I do not generally do for novels unless they are so unusual as to the extraordinary--but, frankly, I think this book falls within that range. The intriguing thing to me is that I have just glanced through a sequence of reviews of this novel (which I normally avoid doing beforehand, because I generally find them as useless as the publishers’ summaries on the back covers; the intriguing thing is that the vast majority of these reviews gave the book a one star rating and panned it left and right, with many of them complaining that they had thought it was going to be as good as a Dan Brown book but were disappointed. Since I do not care at all for Dan Brown’s books and I thought this one was fantastically good, I guess that puts me in the minority--but I’ve been there before.
This was a book that I plucked off a book-swapping shelf at the hospital last week, selecting it largely because the title made me think of the nonexistent book that Dean Koontz keeps referencing. I was reading something else at the time, but an empty interval appeared, and I picked up this book to start reading it for my traditional hour of reading the end of the evening. That turned out to be a big mistake, as I slumped lower and lower in my big plushy recliner chair and found myself turning page after page trying to keep up with the action. I had never read one of Brad Meltzer’s books before, and I found myself fascinated by the way he kept jumping back and forth between different actions and different actors in very small chapters, keeping the reader aware of parallel lines of activity and wondering how on earth they are all going to come together and how things are going to be worked out in the end. Let’s face it; as readers of mysteries, we all know that in all probability the hero protagonist is going to figure out who did what and defeat the villain in the end. But we’ve come a long way since the days of “the Butler did it,” with authors finding ever new ways to keep the reader interested. I was not really surprised to later find that Meltzer has also worked as a writer of successful television dramas, such as The West Wing; his novel reads like just such a show.
The book begins with an event that happened eight years in the past, when a young assistant to the then president of the United States of America makes a quick political decision and as a special favor invites someone who is giving him a hard time into riding in the president’s car enroute to a presidential appearance at a NASCAR race. When they rush onto the field and get out of the car, an assassin suddenly appears, except that the person he kills is not the president but the favorite guest, with a ricochet bullet also seriously disfiguring the face of the young presidential assistant. Eight years later, when the now ex-president travels to Malasia to give a speech, that same young assistant dashes into a room he is not supposed to enter and finds himself face-to-face with the same person who was killed eight years before. Thus begins a race against time that introduces the reader to a potpourri of inside information about how politics works, how Washington staffers interact and get treated (and mistreated), together with a collection of interesting historical facts, and the development of a non-romance between the ever running assistant and an overly persistent local reporter who smells a Big Story between the lines.
As I said, this was the first Brad Meltzer novel I had ever happened to come across, but I was so impressed I visited my local library the day after I stayed up half the night to finish the book. To my delight, my library had a shelf full of his books, and I found that the one I selected to read next was even better! Now what do I do--give that book six stars?