Junkyard
Dogs, Craig Johnson. I’ve been a
fan of the Longmire TV show since it came on, and finally gave one of Johnson’s
books a try. Liked it even more than the show, by a comfortable margin. The
books are wittier, far more “novels with crime” than “crime novels.” In Junkyard Dogs the real crime doesn’t
appear until about halfway through, though there are other things that could be
crimes, depending on context. The book also has a much quirkier world than the
show, though the quirks that make it work best may have been difficult to fit
into one-hour episodes, and may not have played well with a network that wants
as broad an appeal as possible. Nothing offensive, but Johnson finds humor in
an elderly man being dragged behind a car, and makes it funny to the reader.
Not everyone can do that. The story comes down to a rich developer who wants
more land to develop. I mentioned it last because the premise is nothing you
haven’t seen before, but the telling is. Johnson is in my rotation now; highly
recommended.
The
Sentry, Robert Crais. I like
Crais’s Elvis Cole novels better than his standalones. The strengths of his
writing style seem better suited to Elvis’s wisecracking than to third-person
looks into other peoples’ minds. The books where Elvis’s sidekick, Joe Pike,
plays the lead—of which The Sentry is
one—are a little of each. Third person, but Cole plays an important role, so
the world view has a bit of his leavening perspective. Here Pike becomes
involved with a woman and her uncle when, acting as a Good Samaritan, he
intervenes in a beat down in the uncle’s restaurant. Things are not as they
seem, with Pike and Cole soon find themselves involved with a truly psycho hit
man, drug cartels, cops, feds, and what may be feds, or not. Crais’s deft timing
and innate knowledge of how long to stay with a scene are, as always, well
used. No one writes ending shoot outs better.
The
Generals, Thomas Ricks. Good, if
uneven. The acknowledgements cite how many people had how much input at various
points and drafts, which explains why the book sometimes feels as though it
were written by a committee. The analysis of World War II and Korean War
generals was excellent and informative, digging well beneath most histories.
(Talk about the Forgotten War: Ricks’s description of how the generals handled
the Battle of Chosin Reservoir has me looking for a good history of the “police
action.”) Lots of good information from Vietnam, including horrifying details
not commonly known about My Lai and the cover-up. The book seems to lose focus
after that, using examples from both (so far) Iraq wars and Afghanistan to show
how the Army has drifted from George Marshall’s and Dwight Eisenhower’s policy
of “quick relief” when commanders don’t measure up, though he also seems to
take it to some rigid extremes, as when he chides Norman Schwartzkopf for not
removing a commander who didn’t move as quickly as Schwartzkopf wanted; the
whole ground war lasted only four days. Quick relief is one thing, but damn.
(Not that Ricks doesn’t point out several more valid examples of where
Schwartzkopf should have done better.) Somewhat inelegant writing aside, this
is a thought-provoking and well-documented examination of the caliber of
American military leadership, its focus on tactics over strategy, and why we
don’t seem to be able to end wars well anymore.
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