Copyright 2004 by James Patterson. Published by Little, Brown and Company, New York.
This is one of Patterson’s wildly popular books featuring Alex Cross, FBI agent and psychologist. It appears to be the 9th of his Cross books and the second where Cross is up against the Russian supervillian known as “The Wolf.”
This book scores high on several counts. First, chapters are short – 2 to 4 pages. I like that. I can pick the book up and read a few chapters in 15 minutes. Second, it visits many interesting places. Washington, Seattle, New York, London, Paris. A few others too. I like a book that takes me to places I would like to go. And it has an archvillian with a big agenda – destroying four major western cities in this case. Cross has a worthy adversary.
But there are negatives, too. Lots of gratuitous violence. The Wolf seems to want to kill everyone he works with, along with a few thousand innocents. You would think his reputation would get around and others would be hesitant to do business with him as all of his allies end up dead. Second, the deadline to destroy the four cities if the ransom – some $2B – is not paid is extended 3 or 4 times, apparently because the book wasn’t long enough. And the four cities change. Frankfurt is dropped and Tel Aviv is added. For a guy who supposedly plans his evil to the last detail, changing the list of cities in the middle of the blackmail made no sense. Maybe Patterson decided he would rather research Tel Aviv than Frankfurt? Didn’t matter because neither city figured into the plot at all. Puzzling.
My biggest problem with the book, though, was its lack of consistent pace. After reading 80% of the book it was apparent that Cross and his colleagues were not one bit closer to catching The Wolf than at the outset; it was just one long, frustrating chase around the world. I also had a hard time swallowing that The Wolf, a supervillian who had been on the “most wanted” lists of law enforcement around the world for 30 years, was so mysterious that no one had an inkling as to his identity. Or her identity, as it was suggested many times that The Wolf might be female. This, despite the chapters of the book that were written from the viewpoint of The Wolf used male pronouns. This conceit was maintained up to the very end where there was a brief, final attempt to pin the identity on a woman.
Then there was the threat to the cities. The Wolf, to prove his power to wreak damage unless he gets his money, destroys bridges in New York, London and Paris. Why bridges? No good reason, but the havoc is sufficient to extract the ransom from the blackmailed governments. True, The Wolf demonstrates that he had access to some “suitcase nukes” so the payment would be small change compared to the cost of rebuilding major cities. But after the ransom is paid the nukes are not found and no one seems to care. Uh, wouldn’t the existence of the devices continue to be a bit of a concern?
Cross finally tracks down The Wolf and the villain dies. But the takedown is more a matter of luck for Cross and stupidity on the part of The Wolf, which seemed out of character for a supervillain. And (spoiler alert) he commits suicide before he can be interrogated. And before the money can be retrieved. So the book ends with $2B and some suitcase nukes still missing. Not a very satisfying conclusion.
So was the dead guy The Wolf? We will never know. Until Patterson finds a reason to resurrect him in a future novel, like a popular character on a soap opera.
It was a fun read, for the most part, but left me feeling manipulated.
6 out of 10.
My silly walk
No, not a Monty Python silly walk. Wish it had been.
Background: I put the truck in for new brakes July 1. I am trying (not too hard) to sell it and upgrade to a newer, less-used used truck, but I figured that regardless of whether I sold it or kept it I had to do the repairs that would be necessary to keep it useful as a tow vehicle. The first step was brakes. The turbocharger repairs will come later.
The garage is about 6 miles from our summer home. When I dropped the truck off, at 8am on Wednesday morning, I got a ride home from brother-in-law Ray (thanks, Ray!). But I didn’t know when the truck would be done and couldn’t arrange a ride in advance. Phillipston may have taxi service – not sure about that – but it does, surprisingly, have bus service. I determined that it was very feasible to take a $1.25 bus ride to fetch the truck with only relatively short – less than half a mile – walks at either end.
The “truck is ready” call came at 3pm Thursday. A quick check of the bus schedule revealed that the next bus would arrive at 4:25pm which would get me to the garage before its 5pm closing time, but just barely. I had been sedentary for two days and was itching for some exercise. A quick mental calculation convinced me that I could walk the 6 miles and arrive, with greater certainty, at about the same time as the bus option. How hard could it be to walk 6 miles? I needed the exercise!
So on with the sneakers, grab a bottle of water and a baseball cap (hot day – upper 80s) and off I went. Briskly. The target pace was 4 mph.
Which I did for the first 4 miles. I even cut a few minutes off my projected arrival time. My right hip ached for a bit, but it went away.
The fifth mile was tougher. But I maintained my target pace.
Then came the 6th mile. My feet were sore. My legs were starting to cramp. I needed to rest. Big mistake. I could barely life my butt off the stone wall. Then it started to rain. Hard. I lumbered on for a bit, but fell well off my pace. When I realized that I would never make the 5pm closing I called the garage and begged a ride. I rode the last half mile.
When I got in the truck to drive home, after paying the bill, both legs cramped up. Hard. Excruciating pain. I sat in the garage parking lot, trying very hard to not scream. The cramps finally subsided enough for me to drive home.
I barely made it inside before I vomited.
Now, a full week later, my thighs are still sore and some of my toes are still bruised.
Dumbest thing I have done in years.