Light of the World

Another excellent novel from James Lee Burke has just landed in store. Light of The World (Orion) continues what is beginning to feel like one of those old-school sagas (very old-school, like one of those old Norse or ancient Greek oral poems that teaches you, in beautiful meter, about the ways of the world and fate in between bouts of furious and gory action) featuring the superhumanly heroic but oh-so-humanly flawed philosopher/ detective Dave Robicheaux and his brother-in-arms, the Lord of Misrule when he isn’t Loki, the Trickster God, Chaos himself, Clete Purcell.
This book is set in Montana – Robicheaux, his wife Molly and daughter Alafair, Clete and his daughter Gretchen (a one-time killer for the Mob) are on holiday, trying to recover from the events that meant Dave spent most of the last book in hospital. They are staying on the ranch of a novelist who has a slightly James Lee Burke-ish feel to him. But you just know life is not going to be all lounging about and fishing.
Asa Surette, a serial killer whom Alafair interviewed some years ago, and who perished in a crash while being transferred between prisons, appears to have risen from the ashes; a number of Gretchen’s chickens – her own nature amongst them – are coming home to roost; and on the horizon, like a storm cloud, scary and fascinating, is a damaged rodeo performer, desperate to protect his life and sanity. Throw in a local family with wealth, power and all the personal and business corruption that can accompany those things, and you are in vintage-but-fresh James Lee Burke territory, despite no longer being in Louisiana.


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