Review: The Midnight Line by Lee Child (Jack Reacher 22)

9780593078174.jpgLee Child course-corrected his Jack Reacher series back in 2003 with the publication of Persuader,  which saw a rawer, more violent Reacher (more reminiscent of the man we met in his debut, Killing Floor) face off against a dangerous figure from Reacher’s past. Not that the series was flagging up until that point, but it was coasting, author and hero comfortable in their roles. Persuader provided the shot in the arm Reacher needed, and some of the character’s best adventures followed, including One Shot, The Enemy, and Never Go Back. Fourteen years later with The Midnight Line, Child has reinvigorated Reacher again, but in a very different way, which will please some readers and possibly concern others. This novel feels like a pivotal point in Reacher’s journey.

The Midnight Line starts in typical fashion. Reacher hops off a bus at a rest stop in Anytown, USA and discovers a West Point class ring in a pawn shop window. With his military background, Reacher understands the severity of the experiences its owner must have gone through to earn it, so he buys it, with one simple goal in mind: to return it. In doing so, he finds himself up against a ring of opioid dealers, and allied with a former FBI agent-turned-private-detective, and the sister of the ring’s owner.

Child’s books are rarely topical or timely, which isn’t intended as a derisive comment, rather one of the pleasures of his thrillers: they are timeless, rarely focused on the societal or political issues at the time of publication. Influenced, perhaps, but always nuanced. But The Midnight Line deals with a very prevalent issue, that of illegal drugs, and how widespread they are in white and rural America, and the government’s flawed attempt to crack down on the problem. Child, surprisingly, for he’s perhaps better known as a wham-bam, cracking-heads author, paints a sympathetic portrait of addicts, and how necessary and fundamental the pleasure and pain relief these drugs provide for people are. The message here isn’t Drugs Are Good! Instead, the underlying message of The Midnight Line is that these drugs are oftentimes necessary for a person’s survival. Addiction is the antithesis of everything Reacher believes in; this is a man who believes in piloting his own destiny, and living by his own moral code. Drug addiction overrules all of that. But as events unfold, he learns to understand how reliant certain people are on opioids, particularly military veterans, whose road to addiction was instigated during their service, and who are left to fend themselves following their discharge.

Reacher’s mortality has floated to the surface in recent books, so too his own personal realisation of his complete and utter loneliness. It’s not that he wallows in it, but there is a bittersweet acceptance of his solitude in The Midnight Line, and his inability to settle, to never stay in one place for more than a few days at a time. Early in the series, Reacher and readers understood his nomadic state to be a result of his insular years in the military, forced from one base to another, always under a superior’s command. Cut loose, he decided to roam free, see the parts of the country he’d never encountered. But years have passed now, and that nomadic inclination hasn’t abated; if anything, it has grown stronger. The Midnight Line makes us wonder: what’s the endgame? Where — how — does Reacher’s journey end?

The Midnight Line lacks the suffocating kind of suspense and heart-pounding thrills provided in the best Reacher adventures, and some readers will groan at the overly-sentimental climax, but there’s still much satisfaction to be had from this more character-driven yarn. Not vintage Reacher, but still damn good.

ISBN: 9780593078174
Format: Paperback (234mm x 153mm x 28mm)
Pages: 400
Imprint: Bantam Press
Publisher: Transworld Publishers Ltd
Publish Date: 7-Nov-2017
Country of Publication: United Kingdom

Review: Night School (Jack Reacher #21) by Lee Child

9780593073919-1-edition.default.original-1.jpgNight School takes Jack Reacher back to his army days — 1996 to be precise —and hurled into a covert investigation in Germany, alongside an FBI and CIA agent, with world-shattering consequences. The stakes have never been higher than those presented here; the twenty-first Reacher novel.

It begins in customary Lee Child style, which is to say, minimum exposition, immediate narrative momentum. No sooner has Reacher received a Legion of Merit medal than General Garber — a longstanding and important figure in Reacher continuity — reassigns Reacher to a school in Washington DC. But this is a school with (initially, at least) only three pupils: Reacher, an FBI agent, and a CIA analyst. And their orders are simple: to interpret chatter plucked from a source in Germany — the phrase “the American wants a hundred million dollars” — and dismantle whatever reprehensible scheme is in play.

Night School is fast and furious, and epitomises what millions of readers love about Lee Child and Jack Reacher. All the trademark elements are here. Child obfuscates the magnitude of the threat Reacher and his colleagues are facing until very late in the piece —but the revelation lands with a dull thud. The stakes are too high in Night School; at least when one considers what Reacher has faced in previous novels. It makes all his other experiences pale in comparison — which might work in terms of continuity, since nothing has fazed Reacher in the inventing years, and maybe this is why — but the plot’s veer towards James Bond territory rings false, for me, at least. Other readers — and I’ll be intrigued to hear their thoughts — might think differently.

Structurally, however, Night School is immensely satisfying. Few writers are able to build momentum as effectively and concisely; and Child’s brusque prose remains as delectable as ever. Lee Child has the secret sauce, that unrivalled ability to craft genuine page-turners. In my mind, Night School doesn’t rank up there with the very best of the Reacher novels, but that said, I couldn’t put it down, and am eagerly awaiting the next one. It can’t come soon enough.

ISBN: 9780593073919
Format: Paperback (234mm x 153mm x mm)
Pages: 432
Imprint: Bantam Press
Publisher: Transworld Publishers Ltd
Publish Date: 8-Nov-2016
Country of Publication: United Kingdom

Reacher Said Nothing – Lee Child and the Making of Make Me by Andy Martin

Reacher Said Nothing.jpgAs a writer – an aspirant rather than a full-fledged one – I churn through books about writing every year.  I know, I know – a writer must write. There is only so much time a person can invest in books about the craft before you must put pen to paper, or put your fingers on the keyboard – whatever your preference. But I love reading about process. I’m so fascinated by various authors’ methods and beliefs. I read Stephen King’s On Writing not for advice, specifically, but to learn about how the grandmaster writes. Of course, I picked up some tips along the way, but I never jumped in thinking this will define how I write. Stephen King is about to unlock my muse! The same goes for Andy Martin’s book. I was tantalised by its description.  The blurb sold me. ‘Reacher Said Nothing is a book about a guy writing a book.’ That ‘the guy’ in question is Lee Child, one of my all-time favourite authors, was merely icing on an already irresistible cake.

When I finished Reacher Said Nothing – less than 48 hours after starting it, I should say – I felt like I’d really gotten to know Andy Martin and Lee Child. Not personally – not in such a way that’d earn a fist-bump or a high-five were we ever to meet (to be fair, they strike me more as fans of the traditional handshake, which’d be fine by me) – but regarding their perspectives on fiction, on the creative process, on writing in general, I felt like they’d pretty much responded to every question I’d ever have for them (which’d leave me dry on topics for conversation, since my interests are very singular). This isn’t a book about How To Write Like Lee Child, or, in fact, Lee Child’s Guide To Writing a Bestseller: it’s quite literally a book about the writing of a specific book. But along the way it offers some extraordinary insight, and indeed plenty of advice, for aspiring writers, and readers wishing to better comprehend the art crafting of a novel – or at least one author’s methodology.

“It not 100 per cent,” says Lee Child, writing Make Me, on the subject of achieving ‘perfection.’ “It never quite lives up to the hope,” he continues, before Martin adds: “Success was always tinted with the colour of failure.” Which demonstrates just how vital Martin’s additions are. It would’ve been simple, of course, to transcribe Child’s thoughts on that day’s writing; but by bearing witness, physically being in the room with Child as he put words on the page – on the first, and only(!) draft, Martin is able to dig deeper than any genteel interview possibly could’ve. We’re there for the days when his progress stalls and the days when he hits the keyboard hard; the highs and lows, the peaks and valleys. Martin’s text reminds us that, ultimately, like all of us, Lee Child has his good days and bad, but he persists, and somehow, always (twenty occasions to date!) pulls through with the goods. And although his novels are deemed ‘thrillers,’ and ‘not serious literature,’ real effort goes into crafting each and every sentence. They are page-turners for a reason; it’s not by accident. Child’s books are intentionally-crafted. They are constructed, word by word, sentence by sentence, paragraph by paragraph. There is a rhythm, perhaps not perceptible to every reader, but it is vital to Child’s success.

So, Reacher Said Nothing does not reveal Child’s ‘formula.’ In fact, his off-the-cuff style – Child does not work off a plot, does not have a story in mind when he starts typing – is terrifying for someone like me, who need that blueprint. But the spotlight Martin shines is undeniably fascinating, and darn near unputdownable. More books like this, please!

ISBN: 9780593076620
Format: Paperback
(234mm x 153mm x 23mm)
Pages: 320
Imprint: Bantam Press
Publisher: Transworld Publishers Ltd
Publish Date: 19-Nov-2015
Country of Publication: United Kingdom

Review: Die Trying by Lee Child

Die Trying.jpgWhile Killing Floor was an insular, lightly introspective thriller – narrated in the first person, its plot closely tied to Reacher’s past – the second Jack Reacher novel ups the stakes, and is a broader, more convoluted page-turner; told in third-person, packed with a ton of characters and various narrative threads, all of which tie together in a satisfying climax. Die Trying is the perfect second novel in a series, taking what hooked readers in the first place and magnifying those elements.

It starts in typical fashion: Jack Reacher, in the wrong place at the wrong time, on this occasion alongside a beautiful FBI agent named Holly Johnson, who is the target of a kidnapping in broad daylight on a Chicago street. The question is, why? As far as Feds go, she’s low-level; new to the bureau, with seemingly little value as a hostage.  But that’s a question for later; initially, for Reacher, it’s about survival: both his and hers. Then, when the kidnappers’ intentions become clear, it’s about vengeance.

Much like in Killing Floor, the Reacher presented here is significantly more vulnerable and emotional than what readers have grown accustomed to. There are moments in Die Trying when Reacher feels genuine fear; he doubts himself and his abilities on more than one occasion, but these humanising moments work wonders for later on in the novel, when he starts dishing out his special brand of justice. Without them, Reacher would be little more than a caricature of an 80’s movie action hero; soulless and cruel. Child plays his cards right, developing his protagonist with aplomb.

With a strong female lead – Holly’s one of the most kick-arse heroines Child’s ever created – and its unrelenting pace, Die Trying is a top-tier thriller, just as good as Killing Floor, and still one of Child’s finest.

ISBN: 9780857500052
Format: Paperback (198mm x 127mm x 35mm)
Pages: 560
Imprint: Bantam Books (Transworld Publishers a division of the Random House Group)
Publisher: Transworld Publishers Ltd
Publish Date: 9-Dec-2010
Country of Publication: United Kingdom

Review: Killing Floor by Lee Child

Killing FloorThe first Jack Reacher novel — and still one of the best.

One of my favourite things in life — seriously, one of my absolute favourite things— is re-reading my favourite series and charting the development of the author and their protagonist. Over the past couple of years, I’ve re-read Michael Connelly’s Harry Bosch novels, and have returned to Ian Rankin’s Rebus novels. I’d love to delve back into Matthew Reilly’s work — Ice Station was such a monumental book for me and completely obliterated my perceptions of what a written narrative could accomplish. But for the foreseeable future I’ve reunited with my old friend: the nomadic harbinger of justice, Jack Reacher, and his creator, Lee Child.

I’ve bemoaned the staleness of the ‘Reacher formula’ in recent years — the most recent novels in particular, Personal and Make Me — and have been trying to decide whether my tastes are somehow evolving, whether I’m the problem, or if the latest novels just haven’t quite hit the heights of their predecessors. Not that Mr. Child should be particularly perturbed by my criticisms: his books remain bestsellers, and I’ll remain loyal to Jack Reacher for a long time to come. Understand, I’m not saying Personal and Make Me were bad books — they were just 3-stars rather than the usual 4 or 5.

Killing Floor is fascinating for several reasons, particularly when examining the text with the gift of hindsight. Reacher is far more talkative in his debut than he is today; far more excitable and eloquent, and prone to moments of fear. Everything we love about him is there, but he hasn’t quite been firmly moulded yet; Child is still working out the kinks in his design, manipulating the character’s traits into the perfect protagonist. Same goes for Child’s prose; it’s still in the developmental stage, still being refined, but damn, it’s still a level above the competition.

The novel is set in Margrave, Georgia — a throwaway town in the middle of nowhere, but a place Reacher has never been, so it’s worth a stop. Besides, his brother Joe mentioned a blues musician named Blind Blake died there; perhaps there’s a plaque. But not long after he sets foot in the diner, Reacher is arrested for murder, and quickly becomes ingrained in a deep-rooted counterfeiting operation. Killing Floor is pure Reacher, and follows the formula that made Child’s novels mega-sellers: the hero walks into a town and rights its wrongs. Simple, but effective; done to death, but somehow elevated in Lee Child’s hands.

Killing Floor remains a wonderful thriller, full of brilliant characters and the heart-thudding tension the series is now famous for. Scenes that particularly stand out include Reacher’s visit to the local penitentiary, where he’s wrongfully isolated in general population, and Reacher’s brutal takedown of the men hired to kill him on a stormy night, thunder crackling above. It’s great stuff, and you won’t read better choreographed scenes.

So, a fine start to the series, then. And a reminder of why I fell in love with Jack Reacher, and Child’s thrillers, in the first place. If memory serves, I liked Die Trying even more. We’ll see.

ISBN: 9780553826166
Format: Paperback (198mm x 127mm x 33mm)
Pages: 528
Imprint: Bantam Books (Transworld Publishers a division of the Random House Group)
Publisher: Transworld Publishers Ltd
Publish Date: 5-Aug-2010
Country of Publication: United Kingdom

Review: Make Me by Lee Child

Make Me

We no longer question whether we’ll get a new Jack Reacher novel each year. Excitement for each new instalment in Lee Child’s long-running series is based on which city or town Reacher will wander into next, and the type of depravity he’ll face up against. By now, with twenty novels under his belt, we are accustomed to Reacher dishing out his particular brand of justice, bedding his female companion along the way, and ending his four-hundred-page escapade with his thump pointing at the sky, awaiting his next journey. It’s never been any secret: there is a formula to these bestselling novels. And while I’ve read – and enjoyed – every single one, Reacher is growing stale; for me, at least.

There is no doubting Child’s ability to craft a page-turner thriller. He is a grandmaster at his craft, and his legion of fans will undoubtedly enjoy his latest – and for good reason. Make Me is packed with all the essential Reacher elements. Which is essentially my problem with it. There’s nothing here we haven’t seen before. Reacher has taken on far more fearsome foes. He’s solved more compelling mysteries. Make Me feels like just another Jack Reacher thriller. I read it, enjoyed it, put it down… and that will be the extent of my relationship with it. It’s not Persuader; one of Child’s rawest, most brutal thrillers. It is not The Enemy; a brilliant flashback to Reacher’s days as a military cop. And it’s not One Shot, which features one of Reacher’s most enthralling investigations. It’s just another Reacher novel. And I want more, damn it; something resonant. Something to propel the series forwards another twenty instalments.

Make Me begins with Reacher arriving in the small town of Mother’s Rest for no good reason. And that’s absolutely fine. The name intrigues Reacher, so he steps off the train to check it out. That’s a very Reacher thing to do. He has an inquisitive mind. He’s instinctive. If wants an answer so something, he’ll go find it; sometimes it involves the cracking of skulls. Other times, just a gentle meander, which is all he intends his visit to Mother’s Rest to be. But almost immediately he’s drawn into the mystery of a private investigator’s disappearance. The PI’s partner – a woman named Chang – seizes on Reacher’s investigatory experiences, and utilizes his skillset to further her enquiries. Their quest for answers takes them away from the small town – to Los Angeles and Chicago, then back again – and along the way they confront a variety of unseemly characters, who are dealt with in typical Reacher fashion.

Make Me USABut this time, Reacher’s not bulletproof – and what a breath of fresh air this is, seeing the bad guy get a couple of hits in; witnessing Reacher dealing with the consequences of a violent confrontation. Reacher’s almost-invulnerable status was exciting, once upon a time; more recently it has grown tiresome. It’s great to see Child acknowledge this, and dangles the possibility of repercussions further down the line. Our heroes need to display some degree of vulnerability; without it, they become caricatures. I never viewed Reacher as Rambo, but he was coming close. Make Me provides a wonderful step backwards.

The first hundred pages of the novel are riveting. Child keeps the villain’s and their nefarious schemes shrouded in mystery; Reacher and Chang are literally chasing shadows and digging for scraps as they seek to uncover the truth behind the PI’s disappearance. But the ultimate reveal pales in comparison to the build-up. The climactic confrontation is sufficiently executed, but lacks the gusto of Reacher’s finest moments. Again, there’s nothing overtly wrong, here – it’s just lacklustre in comparison to the series’ best.

The Jack Reacher novels were once synonymous with thrillers of the highest quality. There are intimations in Make Me that suggest the series can hit those heights again. I’ll be back in 2016, with my fingers crossed.

ISBN: 9780593073896
Format: Paperback
Pages: 432
Imprint: Bantam Press
Publisher: Transworld Publishers Ltd
Publish Date: 10-Sep-2015
Country of Publication: United Kingdom

Review: Personal by Lee Child

PersonalPERSONAL, the nineteenth Jack Reacher novel, is a perfectly adequate thriller. There’s the requisite action and intrigue that aficionados demand, plus a villain with exaggerated physical dimensions who provides an actual physical threat to Reacher, and while there is enough here to sate irregular thriller readers who are perhaps not entirely cognizant of the genre’s trappings, for the rest of us, who have been with Lee Child and his nomadic hero since the beginning, PERSONAL continues the gradual decline of a once-great series. There is still plenty to enjoy, but there is a definite lack of the pizzazz the series’ best offered – which, in my mind, peaked with PERSUADER.

Justify it any way you want, PERSONAL’s narrative is founded on the pure coincidence through which Jack Reacher is pulled into a conspiracy involving a sniper – possibly more than one – with his / their sights set on a spectacular assassination attempt of an unknown government leader at the forthcoming G8 summit. He – or they – have already demonstrated their capabilities by taking a crack at the French president, who was saved only a layer of bulletproof glass. Reacher’s involved because very few marksmen could pull off such an audacious shot – and he imprisoned one such candidate, recently escaped, back when he was a military cop. Reacher caught him once; he can do it again, right?

Child freshens up proceedings by shifting locales – Paris and London is where the action is primarily set – but the British thugs play the same roles as their US counterparts: unchallenging fodder for Reacher. Which is the problem: the more things change, the more they stay the same. As innovative as it once was, the Reacher formula has become stale. There’s a distinct lack of stakes in PERSONAL. I’m accustomed to the Reacher novels spiking my heart rate; they should be pulsating readers. But in this case, my heartbeat was steady. PERSONAL feels very by-the-numbers and methodical; Reacher doing what he’s done before, no better, no worse: but it’s all too familiar.

The introduction of Casey Nice is the highpoint of PERSONAL: a young, capable but troubled operative, who doesn’t take on the trademark role of Reacher’s lover – she’s simply a worthy ally, with enough about her to warrant further exploration. Of course, if Child is consistent, Nice is destined to fade into obscurity, which is a real shame.

A disappointing instalment, then – but only because Child revolutionized the modern-day thriller, and each new release comes with gargantuan expectations. Maybe it’s time he took a break from Jack and tried his hand at something new. I’d love to read the result.