Over the past several weeks I’ve re-read the first eight of Michael Connelly’s Harry Bosch novels one-after-another: The Black Echo (1992), The Black Ice (1993), The Concrete Blonde (1994), The Last Coyote (1995), Trunk Music (1997), Angels Flight (1999), A Darkness More Than Night (2001), and City of Bones (2002).
Binge-reading Bosch… can’t honestly recommend it, but a few interesting things occurred to me.
Re-reading a series, even after a lot of years, can never duplicate the experience of discovering a great new series; what it does, I’ve discovered, is give us a chance to witness the evolution of a moody sleuth.
Symptomatic of innumerable moody sleuths, Harry Bosch carries a heavy back-story and has a problem with authority. In the first few books his primary characteristic seems to be a flash-point zero-to-sixty temper, but as the series progresses and Michael Connelly tries out different formats from police procedural to courtroom drama/legal thriller to classic whodunnit, he also hones hard-boiled Harry into a believably complex LAPD detective with a mission ‘to speak for the dead.’
Worth the re-visit, but not sure I’ll continue the ‘binge.’
My favourites of the eight: The Last Coyote and Angel’s Flight. The former for Harry’s insights into his own psyche, and the latter for its depiction of LA in the ’90s.