Deaver makes you want to take care of him and hit him, both at the same time. He’s mean, angry, irritable and brilliant. Rhyme is quite unlike any other protagonist. And then, of course, is the fact that his protagonist is a suicidal quadriplegic. Deaver’s work though, focuses more on the technicalities of forensics. The Bone Collector reminded me of Simon Beckett’s work which features another forensic expert – David Hunter.
And it gave it its own unique place in the really popular genre. But it didn’t slow the book down, in my opinion it only added a new, interesting angle to it. The book has a lot of information on the analysis of physical evidence, something which I hadn’t expected. It takes you by surprise on more than one occasion, with the end being a real surprise. One major aspect of the story is the actual forensic procedures. That’s what gives you the feeling of watching the entire story unfold before your eyes. The dynamics between the characters is extremely well-done and gives you an insight into each person’s nature. And that makes it very easy for you to love and hate the same person in a single moment. They are real people with very real emotions, flaws and desires. Whether main characters or supporting ones, every single person in the book has a presence of their own. There are many things in Deaver’s writing that really pull you in – the first being his characterization. The Bone Collector is the first in the Lincoln Rhyme series, and it takes just a few pages to tell you why it went on to become such a famous series. But will a man who wants to do nothing more than die, hold on to his life to save another? He is forced to face his most daunting rival even as he struggles with his own demons and decisions. Turning to many of the people he’d worked with at an earlier time, Rhyme begins to follow the clues being left by a deranged and sadistic killer. And Lincoln Rhyme knew that there wasn’t much time for a second body to appear.
Finally given the chance for which he’s waited a long time, Rhyme doesn’t care about case. And Rhyme comes face to face with an old colleague who brings the case to him. The first victim had been buried alive, his hand, stripped to the bone on the ring finger, left above the surface to beg for help that never came.
But the Bone Collector has other plans for the once famous criminologist. Now, he spends his time in the hope that someone will help him kill himself. Until an accident left him a quadriplegic. Lincoln Rhyme was the best forensic expert the city of New York had known.
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