Another in a long line of Harry Bosch novels. I've read a couple and struggled with them. The stories are deep and well planned, but the main character is bloody annoying and old school in a White/Toxic Male Privilege kind of way. However weirdly though when embodied in Titus Welliver on the small screen in the Amazon TV show, that works. On the page he's creepy and grumpy and a bit of a dick, and much harder to tolerate.
This particular book felt like a whole bunch of characters, situations and shout outs to other authors were all shoe horned in. The basic plot and resolution were satisfying if somewhat predictable.
Good for fans I guess?
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