The Driver
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"Michael Skellig is a limo driver waiting for his client in the alley behind an upscale hotel. He's spent the past twenty-eight hours ferrying around Bismarck Avila, a celebrity skateboard mogul who isn't going home any time soon. Suddenly the wind begins to speak to Skellig in the guttural accent of the Chechen torturer he shot through the eye in Yemen a decade ago: Troubletroubletrouble. Skellig has heard these warnings before--he's an Army Special Forces sergeant whose limo company is staffed by a ragtag band of wounded veterans, including his Afghan interpreter--and he knows to listen carefully. Skellig runs inside just in time to save Avila from two gunmen but too late for one of Avila's bodyguards--and wakes up hours later in the hospital, the only person of interest in custody for the murder. Complicating matters further is the appearance of Detective Delilah Groopman of the LAPD, gorgeous and brash, for whom Skellig has always held a candle. As for Avila? He's willing to help clear Skellig's name under one peculiar condition: that Skellig become Avila's personal chauffeur. A cushy gig for any driver, except for the fact that someone is clearly trying to kill Avila, and Skellig is literally the only person sitting between Avila and a bullet to the head."--
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A funny and rather violent mystery by the creator of Bones, the TV series. I liked it, but I am a sucker for Jack Reacher-type characters who outsmart and out-fight all the bad guys.
This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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Michael Skellig was a Special Forces Sergeant in the Army, who came out of the War on Terror with more than just scars and stories. He also came back with a burden to help Vets. So far, he's gathered a small group of them around him in his limo company. It's more than just a company, it's a family – a place for them all to heal. These are the strangest, most tragic, yet funniest group of characters you're likely to meet this year. You'll be glad that Hanson introduced you to them as well as being a little angry that he does what he does to them.
Skellig is driving for a skating mogul/rap musician/all around lifestyle entrepreneur, Bismarck Avila, and he stumbles upon an attempt on Avila's life and thwarts it – with no help at all from Avila's bodyguards. Avila blackmails Skellig into driving for him regularly (no, really) which gets Skellig involved in Avila's less-than-legal activities. All Skellig is trying to do is keep Avila alive – and maybe find out why people are trying to kill him.
But Avila's criminal associates and rivals don't understand that, they think Skellig is an accomplice, assistant, or just generally in cahoots with Avila. So they come looking for a pound of flesh from Skellig and his little found family, hoping that'll result in them getting what Avila owes them. All it does is provoke Skellig.
Skellig isn't your typical thriller figure – he's got a couple of PhD's – one in mathematics, a sense of duty and loyalty, a knack for categorizing people using Hippocrates' four humors (hey, it beats Myers–Briggs Types – at least for entertainment value), and an odd sense of humor. I don't know that Hanson's setting this up as a series, but if he is, Skellig is going to be one of my favorite series' leads soon.
Avila . . . I just don't know what to say about him. He's an interesting weasel of a character. There are times when you'd like Skellig to just walk away and let the police or some criminal or another take him out. Other times you feel sorry for the kid and hope someone protects him from himself and his dumb choices.
The plot moves quickly – not so much that you don't get invested in characters, their hopes, dreams, phobias – and steadily. There's a wit to the writing, as well as to the dialogue. Skellig's right-hand-man is his former interpreter, an Afghan man, is wise, funny and wily – he's also Skellig's conscience pretty often. The two of them going back and forth is one of the highlights of the month for me. The writing is crisp, descriptive (sometimes you might feel overly so, as you read descriptions about the kinds of trauma visited upon bodies/body parts), and engaging. Really, for a debut, this is some outstanding work.
Ari Fliakos does a fantastic job – accents, voices, emotions, humor – he nails them all. Last year, I listened to his narration of Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore, which was easily as good as this. But I didn't recognize his voice – the only reason I know both books had the same reader is that's what the Internet tells me – the performance he gives is so good. I've got to make a point of listening to more things with his name on them.
The Driver is perfect for fans of Shane Kuhn's John Lago books (The Intern's Handbook, Hostile Takeover) or Josh Bazell's Peter Brown (Beat the Reaper) books – but a little less violent. Just as smart, just as witty, just as . . . not your typical thriller. This is probably the best thing that Hanson's ever brought into the world, I hope this is the first in a long line of novels from him.
