Oh, curse you, Dean Koontz! *shakes fist*
For years, every time I pick up a Dean Koontz novel, I swear I'm not going to get obsessed with it. Every time, I end up reading it in a night or two.
"The Key to Midnight" was originally published in 1979 under the pseudonym, Leigh Nichols. In the Afterword, Koontz describes how he went back in 1995, with the intention of just giving it a little polish, when he ended up excising a great deal of it, then adding yet more. Then, he pretty much rewrote the whole thing line by line.
Part of what always amazes me about Dean Koontz's novels is the beauty of the language he uses. Sometimes--rarely--he overwrites a bit, but he has a wonderful sense of imagery: "On their last night in Japan, they didn't sleep at all. They wrapped the hours of the night around them, as though time were a brightly shining thread and they were a wildly spinning spool." (p.282)
Seriously, most authors in this genre would write something like, "Their plane left at 8 the next morning, so they (screwed) all night."
Mr. Koontz also has a way with a story. Admittedly, some of his stories are pretty far out there--he's hugely prolific, and they can't all be winners--but "The Key to Midnight" is a sharp little thriller.
Joanna Rand, an expatriate American, owns her own nightclub in Kyoto. It's successful, too. In addition to being a shrewd businesswoman, Joanna is also a talented singer, and her penchant for jazz and swing has made her club, The Moonglow, a steady draw. One night, a handsome vacationing American named Alex Hunter happens by The Moonglow. He's back the next night. Then the next. Joanna is intrigued, and shares a few cocktails with Alex one night, then agrees to meet him for lunch the next day.
After lunch, while they're touring a museum, she freaks the hell out, apparently over nothing. It turns out, Joanna has been having the same recurring nightmare for years, about a man with a metal hand, and a hypodermic needle.
Alex, as it turns out, heads a hugely successful investigations and security company based in Chicago. Years ago, one of Illinois' US Senators hired Alex's company to find his missing daughter, Lisa. As they get to know each other in Kyoto, Alex becomes certain that Joanna is really Lisa, only she has no memory of Lisa.
Using hypnosis and plain old detective work, it becomes clear that Lisa's mind was wiped, and she was given a whole new identity, with no memory of her old self. It's like the scene in "Inception," where Cobb and Ariadne are sitting at the cafe, talking, and Cobb asks Ariadne, "How did we get here?" She can't describe how--they just were. That's how Lisa/Joanna is.
Soon, people are trying to kill the couple, and they decide the first thread to the truth lies in London. So off they go. From there, everything points toward Switzerland, and that's where the showdown happens.
The Afterword really explains the tone in "The Key to Midnight." It has a very "middle of the cold war" feel to it, with bad Russians, and all manner of clandestine operations. This isn't the sort of behavior we'd expect from post-USSR Russia--at least not to the degree here. Also, much is made about the Vietnam War, and various Soviet-Communist activities there. Again, it makes sense in a 1979 novel moreso than in a 1995 novel (especially reading the 1995 novel in 2013).
The 1995 adjustments Mr Koontz make explain a lot, but in '95, there was still more flux in US-Russian relations. Today, if you ask who our biggest enemies are, you'd get Middle East denizens, and terrorist cells.
I like the finale to "The Key to Midnight," and the book is gripping. There's one series of hypnosis sessions where a kindly Kyoto psychologist is trying to break through the firewalls installed in Lisa/Joanna's mind. It's like "The Manchurian Candidate": I don't care if the brainwashing techniques exist on that level, it's scary enough to imagine they do.
The slight anachronism is the only thing that feels wrong here: happily, the bad Russian vs good American spy game is no longer prevalent, at least not to the Alger Hiss sort of degree.
Beyond that, "The Key to Midnight" is a taut, engaging thriller, with likeable characters. I should note that Alex avoids one of my great thriller-character pet peeves. I all-caps HATE when a book or movie takes an everyman or everywoman character, puts him or her into a situation where he or she is being chased by professional spies/killers/whatevers, and suddenly--through amazing personal strength--the sous-chef from Salinas is driving like Dale Earnhardt, shooting like Doc Holliday, and thinking like a career CIA operative. Alex does some fairly elaborate evasive driving, smuggles weapons across international borders, and has unerring survival instincts. He also has been a professional international security expert for two decades. Of COURSE he has these skills. They aren't the product of a miracle, necessity-fueled evolution.
So well done, Alex.
Anachronisms and all, "The Key to Midnight" is an awesome read. Then again, Dean Koontz could write a story about a garlic press, and I'd probably end up reading it.
Recommended (with the anachronism caveat (And I promise, I won't use the word "anachronism" anymore))