The Man from Primrose Lane by James Renner
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This was a fun read. It’s not quite as polished as his next novel, The Great Forgetting, but it’s a fun, twisty read.
You can tell the true crime reporter angle is near and dear to his heart, and he uses it well enough to get the story moving along again, from the point at which David Neff, our intrepid hero, seems to be stagnating in the wake of his wife’s death, the pressures of infamy as the author of a lurid, hit true crime book, and raising a kid on his own.
Like I said, a little clunkier than his second book, but he manages the complications in the book really well and has some fun with the conceit around which he’s wrapped his book.
I won’t say any more, to avoid spoiling anything, but I picked the book up because I knew it covered topics and scenarios that were near and dear to my heart and in my own book, so I wanted to have a look at how Renner dealt with them and it made for a really good time.