A city that forgets its murder victims is a city lost. This is where we don't forget, Detective Hieronymus "Harry" Bosch is told by his new boss, as he ends a three-year retirement and rejoins the Los Angeles Police Department at the start of The Closers, the 11th installment of Michael Connelly's Edgar-winning series. Having long ago demonstrated his knack for cracking previously unsolved homicides, Bosch is assigned to the newly re-branded Open-Unsolved Unit (aka "cold case" squad), and charged with resolving the 17-year-old abduction and slaying of a mixed-race teenager.Rebecca Verloren, 16, was discovered missing from her Chatsworth home on a July morning in 1988. Her corpse and the gun that ended her life were later found on a hill behind the house. An autopsy revealed that she'd recently undergone an abortion, and a piece of skin tissue--presumably the killer's--was found trapped inside the murder weapon. Only now, though, has DNA science matched that tissue to Roland Mackey, a dyslexic 35-year-old tow-truck operator with no obvious connection to the deceased. It's up to Bosch, once more partnered with Kizmin Rider, to determine whether Mackey offed Becky Verloren, or was at least an accessory to that tragedy. But the more Bosch and Rider dig into this dusty crime, trying in part to determine whether racial animosity might have been involved, the more pain and resistance they encounter. Becky's white mother maintains the teen's old bedroom as a shrine, while her shattered father, an African-American chef, has vanished into LA's homeless community. Of the two original investigators on the case, one has since committed suicide, and Bosch suspects that the other--now a police commander--is helping to keep the lid tight on some old departmental secrets, perhaps linked to our hero's nemesis, Deputy Chief Irvin S. Irving.Understandably rusty after three years sans shield, Bosch makes his share of personal and professional mistakes here--including one that supplies The Closers with a lethal, plot-turning climax. But the greater problem is that Connelly exhausts so much time and effort following his protagonist through the tedium of modern police procedures, that he neglects what readers have liked more about this series in the past: its persistently deft exploration of Bosch's lonely, haunted soul (which remains mostly out of sight in this tale), and the author's frequent flights of lyrical prose (also not much in evidence). Would-be novelists wanting an example of a solidly constructed cop tale need look no further than The Closers. But readers hoping to learn why Connelly is so well-respected in this genre should turn, instead, to previous Bosch titles such as The Concrete Blonde, Angel's Flight, or City of Bones. --J. Kingston Pierce
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坦白说,一开始我差点被那些冗长但精准的内心独白劝退,但一旦你适应了那种内敛的、近乎独白剧的节奏,你会发现那才是这本书的精髓所在。它不是那种靠着快速剪辑和爆炸场面堆砌起来的刺激,而是更像是一部文艺片,用极其克制的方式展现了人物的内心挣扎。主角的情感表达极其隐晦,你必须像个密码破译师一样去解读他一个不经意的眼神、一句停顿、或者他如何对待身边那些不那么“干净”的线人。这种建立在复杂人际关系和历史恩怨之上的叙事结构,非常考验读者的耐心,但也给予了巨大的回报。每次当一个看似无关紧要的细节被重新拾起,并与主线产生共振时,那种“原来如此”的顿悟感,远胜于任何廉价的惊吓。这本书真正探讨的是“代价”——主角为了维护他自己那套脆弱的道德体系,付出了多少不可逆转的个人生活代价。读完后,你可能会对那种传统意义上的“英雄主义”产生深深的怀疑。
评分天哪,这本书的叙事节奏简直就像是夏日午后被晒得发烫的柏油路面,沉默却充满了令人窒息的张力。我很少在一本书里看到对“灰色地带”有如此彻底的剖析。它没有给出一个非黑即白的简单答案,甚至可以说,它故意模糊了正义与复仇之间的界限。主角的处理方式,那种游走在规则边缘,时不时就要踩到红线边缘的游刃有余,让人既感到敬畏,又为他捏一把汗。更绝的是,作者对于环境的描写,那些关于城市肌理的片段,完全不是背景板,它们是活生生的角色,参与到案件的发生和解决中去。我仿佛能闻到那种独属于南加州,干燥、略带咸味的空气,以及深夜里从廉价公寓里飘出的各种混合气味。这种沉浸感是无与伦比的。很多悬疑小说,高潮过后就戛然而止,但这本书的结尾处理得非常高明,它没有给你一个完美的句号,更像是一个省略号,让你知道,生活还在继续,而那些被揭开的伤疤,永远不会完全愈合。这是一种成熟的叙事,它不哄骗读者,而是邀请读者一同面对真相的残酷本质。
评分这本书读起来就像是把一个陈年的、带着烟草味的黑胶唱片放进了老式唱机里,那种沙沙作响的背景音,反而衬托出了旋律的深沉与复杂。我得说,作者在构建人物的内心世界方面,简直是鬼斧神工。主角的那种带着宿命感的疲惫,不是那种戏剧化的、喊着要退休的口号,而是一种深入骨髓的、每天早上醒来都得重新收拾行囊的厌倦。每一次他面对那些光怪陆离的案件时,你都能感觉到他是在用一种近乎宗教般的虔诚去挖掘真相,但这虔诚的背后,是他对这个系统和世界的不信任感。我尤其欣赏那种慢节奏的推进方式,它不是为了拖沓而拖沓,而是让你不得不沉浸到洛杉矶那些湿热、霓虹闪烁的街道纹理中去,去感受那种潜伏在光鲜外表下的腐败和阴影。很多侦探小说喜欢把线索堆砌成一座迷宫,但这本书更像是让你跟着主角的手电筒,一步一步照亮那些被刻意遗忘的角落。那种细节的打磨,比如对特定街区气味的捕捉,对老式咖啡馆里那种特有的冷漠眼神的描绘,都让整个故事拥有了一种近乎纪录片的真实感。读完合上书本,那种余韵不是“谁是凶手”的解谜快感,而是对人性的幽暗深处,产生了一种更加深刻的、甚至可以说是哲学层面的审视。
评分这本书的“氛围感”简直可以单独拿出来写一篇论文。它没有过多地依赖外部冲突来推动情节,相反,大部分的戏剧张力都来自人物自身的内在矛盾和他们所处的那个看似静止实则暗流涌动的社会背景。作者对细节的把控达到了令人发指的地步,无论是对警务流程中那些繁文缛节的描绘,还是对那些在阴影中讨生活的小人物的刻画,都显示出一种深入骨髓的理解。我尤其喜欢那种对“等待”的艺术化处理。很多时候,主角并没有在积极行动,他可能只是坐在车里,点着一根烟,看着对面的窗户。但就是在那份“等待”中,我们看到了他脑海中无数次的推演、计算和道德权衡。这种静默的力量,远比任何追逐场面都要震撼人心。它迫使读者也慢下来,去感受那种被时间缓慢腐蚀的无力感。这本书提供的是一种更接近现实的体验,真相往往不是被找到的,而是被小心翼翼地、甚至是痛苦地从泥泞中一点点扒出来的。
评分我必须强调,这本书的对话艺术简直是教科书级别的。这里的交流充满了潜台词,每个人说话都留有余地,仿佛他们说的每一个字都是经过深思熟虑的武器,既要伤人,又不能暴露自己的火力极限。你很少能听到角色们直抒胸臆地大喊大叫,更多的交流发生在眼神的交错、一杯咖啡的温度,或者一句不合时宜的沉默里。这种高度提炼的语言艺术,让角色的智力水平和城府深度展露无遗。它构建了一个真实、但又极度疏离的社会环境,人与人之间的信任脆弱到几乎不存在。主角和他的对手们之间的博弈,与其说是猫鼠游戏,不如说是两位顶尖棋手在棋盘上对弈,每一步都关乎全局的存亡。阅读体验非常具有挑战性,因为它要求你全程保持高度的警惕性,不能错过任何一句看似轻描淡写的话语。最终,你获得的不仅仅是一个故事的结局,更像是一次对人性复杂性的深度挖掘训练。
评分这种喝凉水的畅销侦探小说和有强烈个人风格的用心有感之作相比好似对比港产警匪片和七宗罪。其实也就是你不能要求一个体制内的警察去做一个体制外的侦探。
评分7.14 - 16| 42060 I'll enjoy the mindless habitual Michael Connelly pleasure while it lasts. That said, there must be something more than com
评分7.14 - 16| 42060 I'll enjoy the mindless habitual Michael Connelly pleasure while it lasts. That said, there must be something more than com
评分7.14 - 16| 42060 I'll enjoy the mindless habitual Michael Connelly pleasure while it lasts. That said, there must be something more than com
评分这种喝凉水的畅销侦探小说和有强烈个人风格的用心有感之作相比好似对比港产警匪片和七宗罪。其实也就是你不能要求一个体制内的警察去做一个体制外的侦探。
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