By CMT Stibbe on April 20, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
Mike Dobbs, the hero of this novel, is a flawed but eminently likeable man. Having narrowly escaped the devastation of the Twin Towers, he is instantly thrown into a turmoil of his own. No longer the practical, fast-paced New Yorker with the celebrated devil-may-care attitude, Dobbs spirals into an alcohol induced existence while those around him are locked in goggle-eyed confusion. The natural band aid to a near-death experience, but a transformation he neither wants nor cares to repair. As he continuously knocks back bottle after bottle of Laphroaig knowing exactly how low - is low, we know that beneath this pathetic persona, Dobbs is one hard-core survivor who won’t grovel in such a hell-fired limbo. This ‘sense’ is what made this book so fascinating for me.
A mother and her seven-year-old daughter are on the run from a narcissistic abuser at the same time that Dobbs is on the run from himself. As these three shattered individuals careen on parallel tracks, Newton cleverly weaves in the sense of horror and violation all parties experience. Dobbs simply can’t get away from it and neither can we. But all this comes with a surprising surge of tenderness which I wasn’t expecting. It literally oozed from the hard shell he’d created. Eileen and Megan become both his dreams and his nightmares and Dobbs shrugs on a harder armor, becoming the hunter he knows he is.
Whether he’s retreating in Bardstown or confronting goons along the East Coast seaboard, he drops and rolls with each attack, and sacrifices because he must. Mike Dobbs is quite simply you and I at our very worst and at our very best. I was so glad I bought this book.