Friday, September 05, 2014

Personal by Lee Child review – suspense thrills with Jack Reacher

The 19th novel about the ex-military policeman, in which our hero hunts down a sniper who is taking pot shots at the French president, still leaves Steven Poole craving more

Tom Cruise in Jack Reacher film still
Tom Cruise as Jack Reacher in the 2012 film. Photograph: Karen Ballard

Someone has taken a shot. At the president of France. In Paris. With a sniper rifle. Like in The Day of the Jackal. But it wasn't Edward Fox. And it wasn't Jack Reacher. Someone else. Who was it? And why? Those are some questions. And Reacher is going to find the answers. By fighting some men. And shooting them. With his bare hands. And some bullets. Jack Reacher.
    This is the 19th Jack Reacher novel. I've read all the others. If you haven't, start now. You can binge-read them all in three weeks. But then you will be sad. Because you'll have to wait a year for the next one. They are blissfully pedantic whodunnits. And also seriously violent thrillers. They are all about one man. Jack Reacher.
    Reacher is a loner. Off the grid. He hitchhikes. Or takes the Greyhound. He doesn't have a credit card. Or a phone. He buys new clothes every three days. And throws away the old ones. He owns nothing except a pocket toothbrush. He rights wrongs. He is laconically funny. Irresistible to women. He is Sir Lancelot, Lee Child has said. He is also Clint Eastwood, avenging drifter. He is also a bit Joe Pike. Pike is the taciturn sidekick of detective Elvis Cole in the novels of Robert Crais. Then he got his own series. Pike is ex‑military. Like our man. Jack Reacher.
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