Ecco. 368 pp. Hardback $27.99.
This taut thriller tackles the perils of going home again.
A superb crime thriller with all the hallmarks of high-end literary fiction, Michael Harvey’s Brightonemploys — and brilliantly handles — the two-timeline structure. What happened in 1975, and seemed to have been buried there, bubbles up to the surface 27 years later in frightening and grotesque ways. The exposure of secrets, even the threat of exposure, can change lives — mostly for the worse. What happens in Brighton may not stay in Brighton. And yet it doesn’t leave, either.
The Boston neighborhood of Brighton that Harvey paints is rich in physical detail and cultural character. It might as well be called Blighton for the moral blight that reflects and nourishes the socio-economic blight. The economy of drugs, gambling, extortion, and other criminal occupations is pretty much above-ground — and yet there are secrets.
It’s a place where survival of the fittest is not merely a theory. Brighton is its testing ground.
The novel focuses on the man who got away: Kevin Pearce. Kevin was a high-school hero. Baseball star, outstanding student, pretty much liked by all, he was the pride of Brighton when he suddenly disappeared at the age of 15. The violence he got into with his best friend and mentor, Bobby Scales, would have doomed his great promise. Aided by Bobby, he vanishes and slowly builds a reputable life. Bobby stays behind to sacrifice his future, shielding Kevin’s name.
Bobby’s advice to his friend is never to return.
Brighton’s newspaper readers could have followed Kevin’s success as an investigative reporter who, as the 2002 timeline reveals, has just won a Pulitzer Prize. Unfortunately, the story has connections to Brighton. Loose ends and suspicions bring Kevin back to visit his old neighborhood, where his presence is met with mixed reactions. . . .
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2 responses to ““Brighton: A Novel,” by Michael Harvey”
Sounds a bunch like CROOKED RIVER, CROOKED RIVER by Tom Franklin. Did you review that one, too? I found Franklin’s award-winning mystery more a Southern melodrama…but a great read! Love the then and now archetype…
No, I didn’t review the Tom Franklin book, though I do a lot of Southern lit at southernlitreview.com.