Loren Eaton at I Saw Lightning Fall reviews Andrew Klavan’s Dynamite Road, and–to my horror–is not entirely sure what to think about it.
It makes sense, then, in telling such a story to join tough-guy mystery with breakneck thriller. What seems a little odd is the unabashed romanticism infusing the proceedings.
I’ll tell you what to think about it, Loren! It’s brilliant! It’s a timeless masterpiece! It will outlive us all!
I’m sure he’ll come over to my view once he’s read the rest of the trilogy.
If not, I have ways to persuade him…
We had bad weather in Minnesota last night, but it came not near me. Here at Blithering Heights we had rain and clouds, and weird light that would do a Broadway stage production proud, but nothing serious. However, down in Rochester where I had supper Sunday night, they did have serious property destruction (three people were killed in small towns in the area).
I thank God it wasn’t worse. One feels a strange, irrational chill when a disaster happens somewhere you recently visited, even though technically it wasn’t anything like a near miss. Strange to think that there was wreckage strewn across Highway 52, on which I drove.
But I’ve given it a lot of thought and have concluded (tentatively) that it probably wasn’t my fault.
I’ve got the next two ordered. I’m absolutely sure that I won’t be conflicted at all once I read them.
Please don’t break my kneecaps.
Lars, I walked by your office last week, saw you sitting at your desk, and honored your avoidant personality by not imposing my presence upon you.
Oh, phooey. You should have said hello. I was on company time.