The bathwater had barely begun to cool by the time we finished Moonlight Mile, the ultralight new Lehane that picks up again with married Boston (where else?) detectives Patrick Kenzie and Angie Gennaro getting sucked into an old case with fresh Russian mafia complications. Pleasant enough, but we would rather have him working on another doorstop like The Given Day, which we liked very well indeed. Of course there are agents to pay and second houses to keep up, so it’s probably necessary to keep cranking out the detective stuff, but it suffers by comparison to the mighty hitters out in Los Angeles.
We’re zipping through At Home, so it won’t be enough to see us through the long Thanksgiving Day weekend and have no idea how we will fill the time. Once again the city is pretty much secured from doing anything other than keeping up basic life functions at close of business last Friday, not to resume until this coming Monday. Does the rest of the country slack off so flagrantly? We’ll take a lack of comment to mean that it does.