Stacked followers whose lives have been thrown out of kilter by our having left John Connolly’s The Burning Soul unfinished when last seen may relax and resume normal breathing as we have finished – with pleasure – with it. Connolly puts in lots of the stuff that Elmore Leonard leaves out, but to good effect. We have no idea whether what seemed to us something of a surprise ending should, in fact, have been surprising. We are just wretchedly incompetent when it comes to plot evaluation.
Once the Connolly was done we took up Amor Towles’s well agented first novel Rules of Civility, which we found to be light as a feather, but pleasantly so, set, as it is, in the affordable Manhattan of 1938 which must have been pretty swell. Not quite sure that this is a keeper. Towles may be the next Louis Auchincloss if he keeps his day job.