I would just like to know how many Post-It Notes littered Michael Connelly's walls as he worked out the plot to The Brass Verdict.
We introduced the hero, Mickey Haller, last week. Remember the man doing all the lawyer homework? Yes, well, as his movie producer case proceeds to trial, the reader may want to take few notes, just to keep track of the bribes and the double agents and the grainy photos of people with possibly fake mustaches and maybe even the detective that brings Mickey these photos and acts as if he's protecting Mickey from all the murders going around.
I don't know whether to admire an author that can assemble such a Mexican train of surprises, or worry that he has counted up all the plot twists in his competitors' books and vowed to outdo them.
The result is a lot of action swirling around people I didn't care a whole lot about. But if gets you through a plane ride, well, job security for Mr. Connelly.
The tossed-in feel of Brass Verdict isn't so much different than what we ate this week. Some lady in Iowa took a simple piece of chicken and kept adding things. When you do something like that, how do you know when to stop? All I know is, I liked it better this week than the first time I fixed it.