Jack spends a week guiding a country western singer named Allison K who miraculously at the end of the book seems to be able to call in a squadron of helicopters to help save the day.
The women in the book are always described in sexist terms. Big surprise Allison and Jack are attracted to each other. Trite.
The “thriller” builds to such a ridiculous, unimaginative and implausible conclusion that I felt like throwing the book against the wall (or into the trashcan). Honesty I have no idea why the critics thought highly of this book.
The only redeeming quality and the only time the writing was any good was Heller’s descriptions of fly-fishing. He clearly is himself a fly fisher and loves it. I found those passages beautifully written. I think he should do a book of essays about fly fishing.
Heller’s book The River is better than this one.
