Meaningless Rating: ***1/2
On suspension due to throwing his supervisor through a window, Bosch finally commits to solving the biggest case of his life - the murder of his mother, a Hollywood prostitute. As I went through the story, I feared Connelly would tie the murder into the larger tapestry of Los Angeles, make it a big conspiracy among the city's rich and/or powerful... And while there is certainly an element of that (Connelly can't completely forgo his more soap operatic tendencies), he smartly grounds the resolution, and in doing so, he's able to keep human his evermore mythological hero. Bosch's romances still ring hollow - a one night stand is never simply a one night stand, but a grand statement about life and death and love - and every plot beat requires a deep examination into Bosch's psyche. Unfortunately, while the character is interesting, there's just not much to Bosch, no depths for the author to plumb, and so this "insight" rings false. One looks forward to the quiet confidence Connelly has in his later work.
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