Nania can’t write particularly well, but he does have an interesting plot, an interesting story structure and, actually, despite my obvious ambivalence, an interesting story. It’s kind of like when you overhear Normally Boring Uncle Ron telling a story, and then you listen a little longer because you hear something that catches your interest–whoa, a shooting–and then you listen a little longer–now he’s up Nort’ with a million dollar lakefront property–then pull up a chair to rest your feet while he really digs into it, and suddenly an hour has passed and you are in until the end.
The simple structure might be a reflection on deliberate character voice, and frankly, that’s just fine, but I appreciate it when an author changes it up away from the main character. I’ll tell you a secret though: Nania was a member of Dane County Sheriff’s Department, so I’m 100% convinced he came by his writing style honestly, from writing too many police reports. Hopefully book two is better. Nonetheless, he nails Wisconsinites, mostly, particularly the old-school males.
“At that point I doubled the number of items on my to-do list. Find Uncle Nick’s killer and kick the shit out of Officer Lawler.”
Yep, nailed it. Oh, and Nurse H.:
“Doctor’s orders, enforced by Nurse B. Holterman, a very tough old girl with the bedside manner of a night shift jailer. She was probably over a hundred and had clearly made her bones in a tent hospital in World War II cutting off limbs.”
Stop it now. I resemble this remark.
Nania uses a retrospective set up of former police officer John Cabrelli telling the story from his hospital bed. It is a great set-up that helps produce the suspense that is initially lacking from the casual tone and slow development of the mystery. Eventually though, things happen, causing John to stumble into a mess that no one wants him involved in, and the drama rachets up.
“Another lesson in the book of lessons I will someday write: Never make the deal in the room the first time you see it. If it is a straight deal, it will be there tomorrow. Take your time.”
Simplistic writing style aside, my quibbles were few. I was rather annoyed by the extreme emotional reactions John Cabrelli encounters with the woman renting his uncle’s house; I feel as a former officer, he would have been more inclined to be concerned about mental illness or violence potential than patient and generous with her. Along the same lines, John is cagey for far too long about the disposition of the property. But these are quibbles.
"The tea tasted like it was brewed from lawn grass, but I decided to drink it anyway."
I am from Wisconsin and perhaps a little younger than the author. I can attest to it all; the cowboy officers, the ‘good guy’ mentality, the drinking culture, the ol’ boy network, the reflexive politeness, the deep ambivalence of locals on the tourist/vacationing F.I.B.s (effing Illinois Bastards), the transition from south to north parts of the state, the still beauty of a northern lake at sunrise, the occasional feeling that you are still touching the same forest from 1800. I’ll definitely be reading the next in the series and strongly pushing this book on both the mom and the dad to gage their reactions.
“I was excited to get to the cabin and out on the lake. The jeep did run great and had a substantial feel to it. Man, from Italian loafers, pressed jeans, and a fancy Japanese sports car to work boots, a sweatshirt, and a jeep. Things do have a way of changing.”