Michael Jordan was a career eighty percent free-throw shooter. Which is quite good. For me, Heaven's Prisoners was something akin to watching Jordan shoot a boatload of free throws. Free throws are an essential part of the game--crucial--but, in the end, not why I watch in the first place.
James Lee Burke is multifaceted and very talented. His dialogue is good enough for the price of the ticket itself. And being one who loves a story full of rich dialogue, his makes me smile on repeated occasions. Prisoners, though, is full of thick prose, and while is sets the atmosphere immaculately, it crowds the page in a way that chokes out the lean meat of his interesting story.
I realize for some, thick, literary prose is why you crack the spine. And if so, you've never seen so many flowers and birds and fish. Light reflects off water everywhere you look. And the description is engaging, original.
Free throw. Swish. Free throw. Swish. Free throw. Swish. These are supposed to break up the action not become the entire game. Why can't the referees swallow their whistle and let the players play?
When Prisoners gets to the story and its crackling dialogue, it's fun. I'm not sure if I even like its main character, but I certainly see his pain. I'm not sure if the dogged way the plot plays out, while crafty, is still not forced. I'm not even sure as beautiful as our protagonist's world is that it's plausible that our protagonist is the character who would notice such things. All of these issues might go down easier if Burke wasn't so fond of getting to the foul line and swishing those free throws. Still, the talent is there even if the balance is off.
For more literary readers, this may be just the tonic you're looking for or even a nice change of pace. For me, I came for dunks of dialogue and sweet fade-away jumpers of character exploration. If some of that space Burke dedicates to imagery had gone there, Prisoners would've ranked much higher for my experience.
Recommended only for readers who lean toward the literary in their mystery. Other readers are likely to be lost in dense thicket of scenery.