Very very weird. Readable, interesting, a page turner, but a major scenario of the plot is too fantastic for me. I know I sound a bit schizoid in that I liked the book, but I had a major problem in suspending disbelief (yes, I'm using a phrase recently applied by a fellow admirer of RNP - James); if you read my reviews, you will learn this is a frequent feature of my critical assessments.
Tony Lord is a likable and lovable character, which is a good thing because he is our hero. He is a divorced father of a seven year old boy who is darling. The ex-wife is a stupid bitch who is one of those women more intent on vengeful commentary than on providing as comforting a home as possible for her son. Thankfully, Lord has visiting rights and he is able to maintain a loving, caring relationship with his vulnerable son. His day job is that of a private practice defense attorney.
The story begins with a murder of a campaigning Senator, James Kilcannon, who wants to be President. He is on stage with his girlfriend, a rock star, Stacy Tarrant, when he is shot. The shocking death is played out in front of thousands of fans who came to Tarrant's concert so there is no question of who done it - a PTSD afflicted, ex-Vietnam vet, Harry Carson, who worked as a stage hand. Lord is hired to defend him and he decides that the insanity defense is not only the best course of action, but the correct answer as to the actual cause of the murder, believing that Carson thought he was killing someone in Vietnam.
A year later, two unrelated people are kidnapped and an extraordinary demand is made for their safe return. Alexis Parnell, wife of a rich businessman, and John Damone, manager of Tarrant, are being held captive by a hooded madman, Phoenix, demanding five million dollars from Colby Parnell and Tarrant each to be distributed to needy NGO's which would be determined by the American public calling in their votes and suggestions. If his instructions are not followed, Phoenix will broadcast their murders live on TV frequencies. Phoenix transmits his conversations with the FBI live on news shows, as well as by telephone.
This is too, too ridiculous for me. As if the police or FBI or American television stations would show announced, scheduled live executions of kidnapped victims on the air. As silly as this is, it's not the wackiest part of the plot. That designation actually must go to the part of the story where the masked man demands Tarrant give a rock concert in the same arena where Kilcannon was shot, and sing while her fans donate the requested five million dollars as in a telethon. The fans, of course, know that they are attending a kidnapping funding telethon, because it was announced on the news. I was guffawing at this point. However, the writing is exciting; it's the concepts I couldn't quite swallow.
The book is quite straightforward, actually, no intentional laughs built in. It's meant as a serious thriller/mystery, and it appears that is how many readers experience it. It has a fast and exciting conclusion, with shooting, fighting and life-and-death struggling, including a beach locale of big, moody ocean breakers crashing ashore in darkness! Bonus scene of nudity, too!
Seriously, it's not a bad book, an easy entertainment for a few days, and a well-written thriller, if you can ignore a plot contrivance where I found myself imagining a universe where a modern America is comfortable with ancient Roman-type live theater entertainments of real sadism, sponsored by CNN and psychopathic criminals, the middle-class audience of nine-to-fivers happily buying hot dogs from wandering vendors. Is this a possible future though, in a decade of movies showing gushing body parts on cable TV?
Hmmmmm. Maybe this book isn't so funny, after all.