When Danny McCabe causes mayhem in Ireland and winds up in New York City, to meet up with fellow immigrants Nicky and Lucia Mariani, so begins a wonderfully intriguing tale, incorporating mob rule, Lucia’s longing to become a Hollywood star, and Danny Mccabe fighting with his conscience.
Yet again I find myself reviewing another R J Ellory book, full of admiration for the class of his storytelling, the clever clever way he gets under each character’s skin, underlining the situation at every step with astute summaries of how the land lies in and around every character, how the past, present and future impacts the story as you ride the rollercoaster of every magical page.
How good Mr Ellory is I judge by my ratings: I’ve read every book that he’s written, and the lowest rating, on my scale, is 8 out of 10. Six of his books I’ve rated 10 out of 10.
My favourite of his books – A Quiet Vendetta.
It’s a genius at work.
It all began with his A Quiet Belief In Angels, back in 2008, and the sheer power of that book hooked me in for all time. That story stuck in my head long after I’d turned the last page, and every book since has resonated one way or another.
You could be nitpicking and say that in many cases his emphasis on certain points are repeated throughout his books: from my viewpoint that’s one of his great strengths – that emphasis merely cranks up the tension, drags you along to the very point where Mr Ellory wants you to be; gripped like a vice, to the point where it’s almost painful to put the book down.
Nobody does it better.