For reasons explicated elsewhere, I’ve been reading my way through the bibliography of pseudonymous British author, Lee Child. As Child has written and published nothing except seventeen (about to be eighteen) novels about the same character, that means I am essentially reading the saga of Jack Reacher, former military policeman, general badass and professional hobo. My review of Killing Floor is available for your perusal and now here is this, a review of the second Jack Reacher novel, Die Trying.
I had numerous issues with Killing Floor, as you may recall. It was hamstrung by its first-person narration, littered with unbelievable action and even more dubious characterization. The plotting was listless when it wasn’t being preposterous and it was generally not a whole lot of fun to read. For me, anyway. I am clearly in the minority, as Killing Floor has sold millions, and Child has served up over 50 million copies of his seventeen-book series thus far.
Die Trying does have one major plus right out of the gate: we’re released from the prison of Jack Reacher’s mind thanks to third-person storytelling. Oh, we still get plenty of interior monologue, but at the very least we’re allowed to leave his immediate surroundings and dip into the actions and thoughts of other characters. Child also dispenses with the book’s single craziest plot point in the very first few pages as Jack Reacher, now wandering the streets of Chicago, just happens to be on hand for the kidnapping of an FBI agent. For reasons known only to the plot gods, Reacher is taken, too, and the stage is set for a crisis that will reach all the way to the White House.
A certain amount of coincidence is to be expected in these books. Child has to come up with ways to involve Reacher — who is in fact a jobless, homeless man who wouldn’t be out of place holding a cardboard sign at an intersection — in events of import. That means that Reacher is going to be depicted as either the luckiest or the unluckiest man in the world, as trouble crops up wherever he goes. This doesn’t rise to the level of silliness as a prime coincidence in Killing Floor did, but it is the sort of thing that can drag a reader right out of the novel if said reader thinks about it too hard.



