PENDERGAST

In 1994, Aloysius Pendergast begins his FBI career in his hometown of New Orleans, where his boss doesn’t want him, as Preston and Child take him back to his first case.

Dwight Chambers, Pendergast’s new partner and mentor, quickly realizes that his mentee “played by his own rule book,” often not troubling with FBI procedure. Early on, a corpse is discovered with its right arm severed—with considerable microsurgical precision, observes Pendergast, leading to Sherlock Holmes–level deductions about the killer. But motive? Ah, that’s the fundamental mystery. Meanwhile, a courier named Proctor is kidnapped and kept in a dark room where a disembodied voice tells him he must eat well and not hurt himself. At first, Proctor has no clue about the perpetrator’s motive but concludes he’s insane. The one-time military colleague of Pendergast seems to have no resources, but he’s determined to escape. Will he die trying? The plot is strange, likely unique, and suits Pendergast perfectly—he’s slender, pale as a ghost, and always dressed in a tailored black suit. He’s also quick-fingered, honey-tongued, and capable of necessary violence. Oh yes, and he oozes old New Orleans money of unspecified origin—witness his 1959 Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith—although his recent ancestry shows criminals and mountebanks. He lives in a bayou on Penumbra Plantation and peppers his conversations with words like homunculi, lacunae, and sui generis. By-the-book Chambers can scarcely believe his junior partner practices a form of deep meditation called Chongg Ran as part of his investigative process. Occasionally Pendergast’s actions lean toward the paranormal, stretching credulity. Not only that, he hears so well that he “could detect even a fly farting.” All of this makes him one of the strangest and most entertaining crime fighters in modern fiction. Just as he describes the killer, Pendergast himself is sui generis.

Fast, fun, and weird.