**** A formidable and very human detective, who however revels in his own misfortunes
Harry Bosch
is undoubtedly one of the best literary detectives I have ever come across.
Since the first book of this series, “The Black Echo”, I immediately found
myself in tune with him, with his tearing apart the rules to find the culprit,
with his weaknesses and his sad past. What makes these novels by Connelly real
crime thrillers is the way in which the protagonist is personally involved in
the cases he works in, so much so that the cases themselves are a tool of
conflict that contributes to the evolution of the character. The problem
arises, however, when the series gets longer and, in order to continue to have
a protagonist who takes some personal demons with him (i.e. a flawed hero),
every time that in a novel his life seems to take a positive turn, in the next
one, what he got has to fall apart.
It was what
I feared would happen in “Angels Flight”, which is why after I finished reading
“Trunk Music”, featuring a happy ending, I hesitated for years before going on.
Unfortunately, I had already bought the book; otherwise, I would have stopped
at the previous one.
Obviously,
my bad feeling has come true.
In “Angels
Flight”, we see Bosch dealing with a murder that took place on the Angels
Flight funicular. The victim is a black lawyer who is famous for cases against
the police.
As always,
Connelly expertly mixes fictional events and characters with real ones, giving
us a realistic picture of social tension in Los Angeles in the late 1990s. What
I particularly appreciate about this author is precisely the care he puts into
detail, a sign of in-depth research work and a remarkable understanding of the
subject. In this credible context, our Bosch moves, navigating among the press,
colleagues who get in the way, intolerance towards the rules and the people who
are under investigations. He does it as always with wit, following the evidence
and his own intuition, and also risking his neck.
In this
novel in particular, investigations lead him to discover inconvenient and
unspeakable truths, which tend to lead him astray. The culprit will eventually
turn up. I admit that I had guessed their identity simply by ruling out the
others. But here the author adds a master stroke, giving us an unexpected and
dramatic ending, and at the same time a perfect one.
What I
didn’t like about this book, however, concerns the personal sphere relating to
Bosch. As I imagined, the balance and happiness he finally achieved
unexpectedly (and perhaps too easily) in the previous book are immediately
shattered, and eventually he finds himself back to where he started. His
character undergoes an involution whose purpose is to make sure he is the same
flawed hero in later novels (which I have no intention of reading).
In
particular, I did not appreciate the evanescence of an important character like
Eleanor Wish, who in the first book of the series was crucial in defining Bosch
in the eyes of readers, but who both in “Hard Music” and “The Spider” looks
more like a soulless puppet, whose purpose is to bring him up and then make him
fall again (poor Bosch!). It’s a shame, because I liked Eleanor, and she
deserved a lot more substance.
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