Trunk Music (1997)

More of the same in the series of Harry Bosch, and if that's your thing, this book is for you. Sometimes you read a book you can't put down, and this one was another for me - I read it in a day, it was a page turner and I couldn't put it down. The thing with Michael Connelly books I find is that the ones I think did it aren't the ones who did it. He doesn't point you in the wrong direction, it's that he doesn't really point you, but you try and guess and you're inevitably wrong, at least I am, and having spent a life watching and reading about crime and law (fiction) I'm normally quite good at figuring out who dunnit, but these books don't easily reveal the culprits and I love that about them. Harry Bosch is a character I enjoy and I look forward to reading the next in the instalment of this series. ( )

So far my least favorite book in the series. I really dislike any books/TV with a mob connection, and the plot lines in this book were just unappealing. I think I'll wait a while before starting the next book in the series. ( )

Back on the job after an involuntary leave of absence, LAPD homicide detective Harry Bosch is ready for a challenge. But his first case is a little more than he bargained for.

It starts with the body of a Hollywood producer in the trunk of a Rolls-Royce, shot twice in the head at close range - what looks like "trunk music," a Mafia hit. But the LAPD's organized crime unit is curiously uninterested, and when Harry follows a trail of gambling debts to Las Vegas, the case suddenly becomes more complex - and much more personal.

A rekindled romance with an old girlfriend opens new perspectives on the murder, and he begins to glimpse a shocking triangle of corruption and collusion. Yanked off the case, Harry himself is soon the one being investigated. But only a bullet can stop Harry when he's searching for the truth . . . ( )

As usual an enjoyable Connelly crime / thriller. Read while on holiday - suitable for light no thought required reading. I usually just read thrillers as they come and don't try to guess the end. ( )

Sur une colline d'Hollywood, Anthony Aliso, producteur de navets racoleurs et généreusement dévêtus, est retrouvé assassiné dans le coffre de sa Rolls. En informant Veronica, la veuve de la victime, l'inspecteur Harry Bosch et son équipe apprennent que le couple battait de l'aile : Aliso se rendait deux fois par mois à Las Vegas jouer au poker et courir le jupon. Une perquisition dans le bureau du producteur disparu apporte un élément nouveau. Aliso achetait à bas prix des scénarios à des débutants de talent et les enquêteurs sont persuadés que cette procédure masque des blanchiments d'argent pour le compte de la mafia. Pour éclaircir cette piste, Bosch est envoyé à Las Vegas. Dans cette nouvelle aventure de l'inspecteur Bosch, on frise même l'excellence grâce à une intrigue agencée avec une précision millimétrée et de bons dialogues. Connelly ajoute une nouvelle touche à sa fresque peu reluisante de la police de Los Angeles. --Claude Mesplède