As research for a novel I'm going to write, I'm reading detective fiction and stealing everything of value. My story takes place in L.A. of the early '90s and burgling Michael Connelly turned out to be a bonanza. Not only has Connelly written 23 Harry Bosch novels--basis for the Amazon series Bosch, which in its sixth season, combines one or more books, updated to present day, per season--but the literary Harry Bosch, LAPD homicide detective, began in Los Angeles of the early '90s. Proceeding in chronological order with the books that sound appealing, next up is The Last Coyote.
Publish date: June 1, 1995
Story: Detective Harry Bosch has been placed on involuntary stress leave after an altercation in his lieutenant's office ends with his boss's head breaking a plate glass window. As a condition for his return to duty, Bosch begins attending therapy sessions with a police psychologist named Carmen Hinojos. Bosch is on his own again after his girlfriend left him at the conclusion of The Concrete Blonde. Bosch's house in the Hollywood Hills was so badly damaged in the Northridge quake that it's been condemned. Bosch has to dodge the city building inspector while hoping his lawyer can appeal the demolition order. Without his job to live for, Bosch has nothing.
Spurned by his therapist, Bosch tells her that his mission is to solve the October 28, 1961 homicide of his mother Marjorie Phillips Lowe, a prostitute who was strangled when Bosch was 12. With no more excuses not to, Bosch begins working on the cold case, starting at the LAPD storage facility. Bosch tracks one of the two Hollywood homicide detectives who worked his mother's case to Tampa Bay and discovers that a crusading D.A. and his political fixer pressured the LAPD to bury it. Bosch meets a painter named Jasmine Corian he seems to recognize his brand of solitude. They get on, but not well enough to keep Bosch from returning to L.A. to complete his crusade.
L.A. scenery: Bosch attends therapy sessions in Chinatown at the department's Behavioral Sciences Section, with views of Hill Street, the Hollywood Freeway overpass and City Hall Tower. His trophy house in the Hollywood Hills, paid for by his work as a technical consultant on a TV mini-series, has been so badly damaged in the Northridge quake that the front door has shifted from its frame. Though Bosch's investigation takes him to Tampa Bay and then a neighborhood outside Las Vegas--two locations cops go to retire, it seems--the climax takes place in the prominent Mt. Olympus neighborhood atop the Hollywood Hills.
My favorite bit of Los Angeles in the novel is when Bosch has to compel an indignant clerk at the City Hall Finance Department to give him the address a retired cop's pension check is being mailed to. Unable to appeal to her sympathy and not bothering to threaten her, he mentions that her lack of assistance might interest the City Hall columnist for the Los Angeles Times whose column is devoted to tales of the little guy fighting the system and whose targets, while having no fear of losing a government job, have been known to be passed over for advancement. This turns the tables immediately. The power of reading!
1990s nostalgia: Who remembers cigarettes? Before vaping or e-cigarettes, these tobacco products were rolled in thin paper with chemicals that delivered carcinogens along with psychoactive kicks. Cigarette smokers of Bosch's era were once allowed to light up pretty much anywhere--restaurants, airplanes, elevators, even doctor's offices--but by the late '80s began to be banned in most public areas, starting in California. This is quite burdensome to Bosch who is a chain smoker and helps him form tight bonds with other smokers, in this case, Jasmine Corian.
Opening paragraph: "Any thoughts you'd like to start with?"
"Thoughts on what?"
"Well, on anything. On the incident."
"On the incident? Yes, I have some thoughts."
She waited but he didn't continue. He had decided before he even got to Chinatown that this would be the way he would be. He'd make her have to pull every single word out of him.
Title in text: "I'm not sure ... I guess there's not too many left in the hills of the city--least where I live. So whenever I see one, I get this feeling that it might be the last one left out there. You know? The last coyote. And I guess that would bother me if it ever turned out to be true, if I never saw one again."
Select prose: Bosch got little sleep and was up before the sun. The last cigarette of the night had nearly been his last for all time. He had fallen asleep with it between his fingers, only to be jolted awake by the searing pain of the burn. He dressed the wound on two fingers and tried to return to sleep, but it wouldn't take him. His fingers throbbed and all he could think of was how many times he had investigated the deaths of hapless drunks who had fallen asleep and self-immolated. All he could think of was what Carmen Hinojos would have to say about such a stunt. How was that for a symptom of self-destruction?
Closing paragraph: He traced the slash on her face. They embraced again. Bosch knew they could talk later. For now he just held her and smelled her and looked over her shoulder to the brilliant blue of the bay. He thought of something the old man in the bed had told him. When you find the one that you think fits, then grab on for dear life. Bosch didn't know if she was the one, but for the moment he held on with everything he had left.
Thoughts: Yes, Harry Bosch is a cliché, the burnt out cop who drinks, smokes, lives for his job, butts heads with his superiors and can't sustain a romantic relationship. We've all seen this character before but Michael Connelly, who began his career as a crime beat reporter with the L.A. Times, knows Bosch's territory so well that it doesn't matter. I love the way Bosch starts in the gutter, amid disasters of his own making. We get the sense that Bosch is a good person and has a code in a city full of bad people without one, but he doesn't want to sit for a beer with you or come to your barbecue unless he needs something from you. That he'll solve his case is a given, but will he end up alone at the end? That's what keeps me reading.
Word count: 171,656 words