Hardcover: 416 pages
22 September, 2016
Myron, Mickey and – thankfully – Win are back in what is one of the true great Bolitar novels yet. Home is rugged, tough, fast and above visceral in it reality, with a storyline that at first glance is one that smacks of the far-fetched but transpires to be something else altogether.
For ten long years two boys have been missing. Now you think you've seen one of them. He's a young man. And he's in trouble. Do you approach him? Ask him to come home with you? And how can you be sure it's really him?
The characteristics that are the genetic codes of Myron Bolitar and Windsor Horne Lockwood III – Win to his few friends – mean that they really should not be friends. They certainly shouldn’t work on the page. Yet they do. With devastating effect. Bouncing off each other with witty repartee that would put the finest stand ups to shame.
Then there is Coben’s mastery of the art of dialogue. What shines is the way in which not only is every oral nuance enunciated so that its devastating credibility strikes home every time, its judgment and placement is so well crafted it is as though we are eves dropping.
Then there is the author’s sense of place, his ability of knowing when to draw readers into the action and when to let them breathe, which truly makes Home the sum of all of its magisterial parts.
“Win,” Myron says, quite frequently, “I’ve missed you.” Well, we’ve missed these two also and it is so good to have them back where they belong … at Home.