REVIEWED BY BARRY GARDNER:

   

MICHAEL CONNELLY – The Poet. [Jack McEvoy #1.] Little Brown, hardcover, 1996. Grand Central, paperback, 1997.

   A question that most of us rarely have reason or take time to consider is, do we like a series most because we like the character, or because we like the prose? Then someone like Connelly writes his first non-series book, and we have a chance to see. You’ll have to wait a while, though; this has a publication date of January, 1996, but I’d bet [it will be out by] Christmas.

   Jack McEvoy is a Denver reporter. His twin brother was a Denver cop, until he killed himself. Jack begins a story on police suicides as a way of dealing with his grief, and discovers a pattern that stretches across the country, and points to a serial killer who is preying on policemen as well as the victims of the crimes they are investigating. Jack seems to be ahead of other reporters and the FBI, but he’s not ahead of the killer.

   The [rating of a] double-smiley-plus is for the first 95% of the book, and the frown is for the ending. Connelly is simply an excellent writer in terms of pacing, dialog, and characterization.

   I even thought the serial killer was well done, and I’m not much at all for serial killers. This was well on its way to making my best few of the year list, and then came the denouement. Of course I can’t give it away and tell you exactly what the problems were, but I can and will say that there was a double plot twist at the end, and that I found neither necessary and the last just not credible at all.

   Why in the hell Connelly thought he needed to do that I do not understand. It didn’t absolutely ruin the book for me, but it left a bad taste in my mouth, and kept it off my “best” list.

— Reprinted from Ah Sweet Mysteries #21, August-September 1995