It's getting difficult keeping track of my favorite mystery authors. It changes from week to week. While I love discovering new authors, there are a bevy of authors I will continuously go back to, like close friends or security blankets. One week it may be Lee Child, another week it may be Michael Connelly, another week James Lee Burke. One author I have discovered that offers, without fail, beautiful writing and edge-of-the-seat thrills (two things that rarely come together in the mystery genre) is John Connolly.
Connolly's recurring protagonist is a private detective named Charlie Parker. Like the best literary p.i.s, Parker has a lot of baggage. A recovering alcoholic, Parker has had to endure the brutal murder of his wife and daughter. He subsequently hunted down and killed their killer---the serial killer known as the Traveling Man---but vengeance brought very little relief. It did, however, bring him the ability to see the world differently, a "gift" that he neither wants nor relishes. Because, unlike other literary private eyes, the demons that plague Parker's life aren't always just psychological. He is actually plagued with very real, literal demons. The kind from Hell. Or, in some cases, Heaven. These creatures walk among us, and they are not easy to kill. In fact, they are actually unkillable, because they are technically immortal. Their human forms can be stopped, but they have the supernatural ability to return, years later, in other forms.
Parker's life and history has always been shrouded in mystery and darkness, starting with his birth. In "The Lovers", Connolly's eighth book to feature Parker, the haunted detective learns more about his family background, starting with why his father, an NYPD veteran, pulled over a car with a teenaged couple, shot both of them in the head, and then later shot himself. It's a mystery that has always haunted him and the NYPD, as Will Parker was always, up until that night, a cop known for his integrity.
Parker, whose Maine P.I. license has been taken away pending an investigation, has been working as a bartender. It's a boring job, serving drinks to alcoholics and loud men, but it has given him plenty of time to think. He decides to travel to New York to personally investigate what happened that night between his father and those two teenagers.
What he discovers, of course, leads him to the circumstances surrounding his own birth: were his parents his real parents? If not, who are his real parents? Why has Parker always been a barometer for the strange and supernatural?
Gradually, the answers to these questions begin to unfold, each one offering less solace and more confusion. Adding to the confusion is the reappearance of Rabbi Epstein, an expert on demonology that Parker has reluctantly worked with in the past and whose presence is never a good sign, and the annoying hovering presence of Mickey Wallace, a true-crime author who wants to write a book about Parker and is surprised that no one has ever tried.
Things go south very quickly, as is par for the course for Parker, and he is soon having to race against time (and Heaven and Hell) to save himself, his loved ones, and the good reputations of his parents.
Another phenomenal winner from Connolly...