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Title: The Heist
Author: Janet Evanovitch and Lee Goldberg
Genre: Caper
Thingummies: 4
Synopsis: Hypercompetent, uptight FBI agent is forced to work with the charming con man she failed to put behind bars.
Thoughts: The more you think about it, the less sense this book makes. Everything from how O'Hare is chosen to work with the charming Fox (and I'll admit, I missed the fact their names are Fox and O'Hare until writing this review) to what finally happens to the money is completely unbelievable. The idea that the FBI would operate like this is completely ludicrous. The pacing is wildly uneven. The climax is a little hard to follow.
And you know what? It doesn't really matter.
This book is fun. That's all it's meant to be, and it succeeds wildly. The action is ludicrously, enjoyably over-the-top. The dialogue crackles. The minor characters are hilarious caricatures. The protagonist's interior monologue is the sassy, rueful, self-deprecating wit that so many authors attempt and so few master. We hit exotic locales, tangle with pirates and drug lords and midwestern dinner theater, and drool over a shopping sequence and food porn. No one will ever accuse this of being great literature, or possibly even that good. But it succeeds wildly at its own goals, and turns in a brisk, rather delightful read.
Author: Janet Evanovitch and Lee Goldberg
Genre: Caper
Thingummies: 4
Synopsis: Hypercompetent, uptight FBI agent is forced to work with the charming con man she failed to put behind bars.
Thoughts: The more you think about it, the less sense this book makes. Everything from how O'Hare is chosen to work with the charming Fox (and I'll admit, I missed the fact their names are Fox and O'Hare until writing this review) to what finally happens to the money is completely unbelievable. The idea that the FBI would operate like this is completely ludicrous. The pacing is wildly uneven. The climax is a little hard to follow.
And you know what? It doesn't really matter.
This book is fun. That's all it's meant to be, and it succeeds wildly. The action is ludicrously, enjoyably over-the-top. The dialogue crackles. The minor characters are hilarious caricatures. The protagonist's interior monologue is the sassy, rueful, self-deprecating wit that so many authors attempt and so few master. We hit exotic locales, tangle with pirates and drug lords and midwestern dinner theater, and drool over a shopping sequence and food porn. No one will ever accuse this of being great literature, or possibly even that good. But it succeeds wildly at its own goals, and turns in a brisk, rather delightful read.
