Harry Bosch is struggling with his conscience again.
LA’s crime fighter that comes from the mind of Michael Connelly is deep into finding out if somebody did or did not commit the murder in The Crossing. Once again, the man whose familiar handle shortens his given name only the more sophisticated in his circles realize comes from famous but long-forgotten painter Hieronynmus Bosch — a fact Connelly drops into every Bosch novel — painstakingly pieces together his clues by pounding the pavement his way. Old-school style.
But this time around, Bosch is no longer a badge-carrying detective. In fact, he’s suing the LA force after some legal shenanigans forcing him to retire to get at his pension funds because his beloved daughter Maddie is a senior accepted into LA’s Chapman College. She’ll attend and room with her cousin, daughter of Harry’s half-brother, Lincoln Lawyer hero himself, Mickey Haller.
Haller’s a player in this one, too, asking Harry to become his investigator after the attorney’s own man is injured when his motorcycle is forced into incoming traffic.
Harry thinks long and hard before accepting to investigate whether or not the man in jail without bond really did murder the wife of a county sheriff, or if he’s undoubtedly being framed, as Mickey maintains.
The longtime detective never thought he’d be on the dark side, as he calls it.
Connelly os a former newsroom guy who crossed over the line to become one of America’s most popular crime fiction writers. He covered cops for the LA Times. He knows a thing or two about police work and writing.
The way he puts Bosch’s mind to work again, in this 20th Bosch novel is a thing of beauty.
Logic will prevail. Order is a must. Every player has a part, every piece has place, every result has a reason. It’s Harry’s job to mesh it all together from clues far and wide, even without the official help of any partners in retirement, and with the scorn of the force because he’s working for a defense attorney. Really, Bosch logic would be a good blueprint for any writer to fall back upon when piecing together a big project of any sort when things seem to be in disarray and the feeling is hopeless.
Of course, with all of that worrying, Harry’s instincts usually seem to work out OK for him in the long run, too.
Who’s your favorite novelist, and why? Do you prefer the Law side, or the Defense side, and why? Are you more logic or more instinct, and why?