The Waiting
While I never cozied up with the bulk of the Harry Bosch books, and the first season of the TV series didn’t suit me, as an acquired, almost literary taste and flair? I got to really enjoy the latter seasons.
The Ballard books, a series that’s an offshoot of a series? I’ve enjoyed them immensely, thus far.
“It was before social media. Nowadays people stay in touch forever. My daughter’s twenty-seven and she’s still in touch with kids she knew from kindergarten.” Page 191.
The social media note, I got rejected by an old classmate who’s a lit agent now. Don’t know why I thought of that. I’m in touch with so few people from way back when.
The Waiting
There’s a profound satisfaction at the end of the novel, like something was done, there was a tidy wrapping up of events. Part way through, I had to put the book aside because I didn’t want to stay up all night reading when I had commitments the next day.
It’s Harry Bosch in cameo, his daughter Maddie, and then Renee Ballard. It also plays with Los Angeles history and myth, then modern politics. A little of it all.
Nicely executed, and really an enjoyable novel, if somewhat uncomfortable for the realistic violence.
Perfect Halloween reading, demons and all that.
