I read this for a book club read. It's not something I would normally pick up, but I enjoy when I'm forced to leave my comfort zone with books and delve into something that isn't my usual fare.
Angel Veronchek is the son of a famous movie producer, lives in Los Angeles, and is an albino. When Smith was writing down his character sketches, these must have been the only three things on the list, because almost everything we learn about him is a riff on one of those three motifs. This isn't to say the background that springs from those three characteristics are bad, but after awhile it all seems very familiar. In a character-driven story, this will cramp the story a bit.
Angel meets a woman named Angela. They seem to be getting along really well, almost into boyfriend/girlfriend territory, and then she disappears. Angel receives a phone call from Angela, but she is disconnected early. Now Angel takes it upon himself to find her.
What happens next is an interesting ride through L.A., with plenty of twists and turns to keep the reader guessing. However, I had a suspicion early in the book as to how this story would end, and I hoped I was wrong. But I wasn't. I'm not the type of person that tries to solve a mystery before it's over, I generally just enjoy the ride. So when I know the ending 50 pages into the story, someone didn't try hard enough. The end wouldn't have been so disappointing if the bulk of the story didn't hinge on it being a surprise. Even more puzzling, I don't think Smith intended for the ending to be surprise. He drops an abundance of clues throughout the narrative, so that the only one surprised by the end is Angel himself. I was really into the story, believing that the end would really blow me away...hence my disappointment.
Plot disappointment aside, Peter Moore Smith's prose is fun to read. The man turns a good simile and metaphor on every page, and his use of them never wore me out. Likewise, his imagery and description are stunning and work well in the story.