‘troops’ are basically’ game of thrones’ and police – that’s great.
“How do you cross the line? Step by step.”
Internal monologue is the main content of police books. There are rules, what you do and what you don’t do, if the police in your police book can’t talk to himself in his own mind, how does the reader know that he is tortured? Is he a bad person (or bad guy)? He had hopes and dreams, beyond these streets and barrels?
Don Winslow knows this. In his new novel “the force”, detective sergeant Danny Malone says to himself. Constantly. Endless. His voice is the voice of the narrator, commanding all past and present. There is no cheating, there are no POV characters or puffy monologues. Danny, he was a cop, born to be, his father was the Irish staten island, and his voice was like a brief panic. Intercept the observation. Single line. Before you know what’s going on, these paragraphs will break through your eye travel and fall into the next line (and next line).
“How did you cross the road? “Danny asked himself. And then, with the perfect, truthful answer, “step by step.”
Because Danny is crooked (this is not a spoiler). Decorated with his task force in northern Manhattan and famous, fierce loyalty, cruel protection, loves his work and his partners, where he and his boys were carte Blanche to go after the drugs and guns and selling drugs and the use of firearms. He was the face of the biggest heroin bust in the city’s history – if half of the product and half of the cash was not occupied by Danny and his team, it would be twice as big. This is their pension, to go to college for their kids. The only problem? Not caught.
But forget all that. Everything up there? It’s just the details. When I tell you that you must read this book, please believe me, not because it is very beautiful (not), nor because Winslow is a master of arts (he isn’t), nor because it is everyone talking about one of the important books about (they will), but because it was too good. Just like you can’t put it down, you can’t make your voice sound great. Instant classic, epic, a Wagner opera, a complete cast and barrel and Jameson whiskey.
Nothing but one is absolutely right. I mean, it’s all these things, but it’s not the most interesting thing.
Winslow was undoubtedly good. He’s smart. He doesn’t look tricky. He is smart enough, can get rid of the prologue is basically a double (in a universe, most of the time, one is too much), but his best trick is a buried, pulsating, live line plot, the second hem on the surface of the first one: the force is basically no dragon power game. The rose war was fought against New York City police and robbers.
Wait for me here. In many parts of the novel, Danny Malone is known as “the king of northern Manhattan”. He talks about himself in this way, and talks (usually internal and external) about the streets of his kingdom that rules him. The police have their castle. The bad guys have them. Territory, between the mob and rogue and divided between the police – they are all territory of nobility and aristocracy, violent rule, strive to maintain the status quo, everyone can make money, everyone has to eat, no war.
Even in the third act and act on everything begins to unravel a bloody before conclusion of the movie, two armed police is in a meeting of anger outdoor shooting, one joked that this was their Runnymede, king John baron by sealing the magna carta and rebellious British peace. The effect of this joke is absolutely correct.
When you first realize this, it’s a strange thing, and when you watch it play across the page, they are very subversive and multidimensional. In all the drugs and guns and in the skyscrapers and police bars, there is an old story about the glimmering image of the object’s edge. Knights and lords. Kings and vassals. As the latest police shot, the story is as novel and important as it is in 2017, but it is as old as feudalism.
This is what makes the force special: its influence. The understanding is that the steps we take are not alone. Because they have been taken away many times before.
Jason sheehan knows about food, video games, books, and interstellar light. He is currently a restaurant critic for Philadelphia magazine, but when no one is looking, he spends time writing books about giant robots and radiation guns. The story of the age of radiation is his latest.