Some people feel like all of Parker’s protagonists are the same. They all like to eat, they all have relationship issues, they all have a past (authority issues and/or drinking problem, possibly guilt). Yet, after reading Stone Cold, the first of the Jesse Stone mysteries I’ve read, I’m not certain I agree. First of all, one of the things I really enjoy in the Spenser series is the fact that this anti-authority figure as private eye makes smart comments all the time—even when admitting in his narrator role that he knew it was the wrong thing to say before he said it or confessing that he knew it would offend someone. I did notice that Parker couldn’t help himself on a couple of occasions in Stone Cold, but they were subdued compared to the Spenserian comments in the other series. Of course, some have suggested that Sunny Randall is merely a female version of Spenser. She does, after all, crack wise at every opportunity, but she does seem to have a better relationship with the law enforcement authorities than Spenser does. I’ll have to read a couple more outside of the Spenser series before I form my opinion on this.
I also need to confess that I like to read escape fiction to get into the heads of people who think and act differently than I do. Spenser waxes philosophical from time to time and would often make Ayn Rand a happy camper. Yet, just when you think he is objectivist to the core, he shows compassion that the novelist/philosopher/movie extra wouldn’t have admitted if she had such feelings. Jesse Stone doesn’t fit that mold. He’s a victim, not the remote loner that Spenser wants to be. Spenser, of course, is committed at a level that Stone can’t be. As a victim of sexual infidelity, he finds himself constantly searching for intimacy but denying himself a chance for authentic relationship because of a, probably false, hope for reconciliation with the very one who victimized him. I find myself feeling both sad and fascinated by this combination of desperation and deprivation (the former in multiple liaisons and the latter in lack of emotional fulfillment).
The other fascinating aspect of Stone Cold for me was the almost Columbo-esque nature of the interplay between the murderers and the protagonist. It felt strange to be reading in this genre when I actually knew who committed the crime, the protagonist knew who committed the crime, and we were just trying to get enough evidence together to be able to prosecute them. This aspect reminded me of the old television series mentioned above, but the irony here is that it was the murderers who kept coming back for that “one more question.” This felt very fresh to me.
The main “mystery” in Stone Cold revolves around a couple who kill pre-selected victims as an aphrodisiac. Normally, I would consider such information to be a “spoiler,” but the information is given straight-up at the beginning of the book. In telling the story, Parker alternates between an omniscient viewpoint where we see all and know-all to being regaled by Stone himself. For this book, I found the mix to be refreshing and interesting. I may find it too convenient if Parker uses that approach in the rest of the “episodes.”
Although I read the entire book in one commuter train round-trip plus a bedtime perusal of about an hour, I wasn’t entirely satisfied with the ending. It felt anticlimactic. Of course, I’m probably more like those Hollywood audiences at test screenings who don’t like unclear or unhappy endings. I can live with those in books and films, but I usually don’t re-read the books or watch the movies again. I’m not sure Stone Cold can be classified as a happy ending or unhappy ending, but I can definitely say that it doesn’t provide the catharsis that either Jesse Stone wanted or that I wanted. On the other hand, it was a very realistic ending. The hand of justice is limited.
In fact, there is a parallel “mystery” that is very similar to the main story arc of this book and it also comes to a less than satisfying ending, in spite of the fact that justice has cranked through its normal process. The secondary “mystery” has to do with a rape and even though the perpetrators are brought to justice, it’s very unsatisfying—realistic, but unsatisfying. I can live with that once in a while, but I don’t want a steady diet of it.