I finished the new Michael Connelly novel last night. It had some decent surprises in the finale. There’s one thing to keep in mind when reading this book: Everyone lies. Connelly’s Haller repeats this over and over, and still he is caught off-guard by some of the lies he’s been told. Even confessions can be calculated lies. The title is a cop expression for an execution-style killing—brass as in the metal of a bullet casing. The publisher is putting a lot of money behind this book, but I think it’s got legs of its own that will carry it to the bestseller list.
I’m not sure what I’ll pick up next. I have Don Winslow’s new one on the coffee table, but I’m thinking of digging into Best American Short Stories. Maybe I’ll try to juggle both at the same time.
Got paid for my essay in an upcoming desk calendar last night. Yippee!
