The women in our veteran Upper West Side book group long ago gave up reading thrillers in favor of Serious Literature, so we approached reading Those Who Wish Me Dead by Michael Koryta (Little, Brown) with some amusement. Although Mr. Koryta has written several other novels, he was new to us.
The novel is about a thirteen-year-old boy who witnesses a murder by two cold-blooded killers. He enters under an assumed name in a wilderness program for troubled youth, but the killers track him down, murdering everyone in their way.
It’s a plot-driven story, with practically no physical description of the characters, with the exception of the two villains, brothers who are tall, blond, and blue-eyed, and speak in a strange, detached manner (reminding us of the villain played by Javier Bardem in No Country for Old Men.)¬ These two chilling sociopaths are memorable creations. Jace, the boy in the story, was well rendered: You care about him, a timid child forced into a situation hitherto beyond his abilities. Ethan, the leader of the wilderness group, is half-formed. He’s defined by his wilderness skills and his love for his wife, and that’s about it. The others are such blank slates that they could be played by almost anyone the casting people choose, in the coming movie made from this novel. In particular, we agreed, the women were poorly written, especially Hannah, the fire watcher, whom one of us called “dumb as a duck.” And why does Ethan’s wife have to be a former beauty queen? We decided that the lack of character description must be a “guy thing.”
Some of us found the violence and torture gratuitous, while others asserted they were necessary in order to communicate the utter bloodthirstiness of the villains. Some found the blatant foreshadowing in the story clever in the beginning, but overdone later. The events in the last third of the novel are piled on in a breathless crescendo we found not believable and, in particular, the idea that Ethan’s wife, Allison, who was severely burned and hospitalized the previous day, could mount a horse and go looking for her husband in the mountains, ridiculous. ‘You’ve gotta be kidding!” said one member, rolling her eyes.
There was one jarring continuity problem, when Ethan, who knows that the Indian tracker, Luke, is dead, refers to him a little later as if he were still living.
Despite these caveats, we found the book held our interest. The husband of one of our members grabbed it out of her hand and couldn’t put it down. The plot twist at the end revealing the villains’ collaborator (no spoiler here) came as a surprise. We were interested in the details about wilderness tracking and firefighting. To sum up, it was a good light read. We thought it would make a fun movie. Reading it was rather like eating potato chips—you can’t put the bag down until you’ve finished the last one, and when you have, it’s been pleasurable but completely lacking in nutrition.