By The Coriolis Effect, by JT, will sweep you through its 310 pages with the force of a nor’easter howling through the concrete canyons of New York City. That in itself is an impressive accomplishment given the complexity of the story. It’s a crime novel that includes all the crucial elements – sinister characters, betrayal, avarice, gruesome, exquisitely explicit violence and in the end a justice of sorts. The heart of the story, though, the core around which the vortex of carnage and criminality swirl, is the infinitely more labyrinthine connection between a father and son stranded at the edge of estrangement. JT paints this world of missed opportunities, of grief and the brutal weight of silence, with deftness and courage. And he does so with the understanding that only a man can possess.
Even more to his credit, the author injects, sometimes forcefully, an unflinching examination of what most great novelists will never touch: feminism’s corrosive effect on men and masculinity.
For some, this may feel awkward at times. Those uninitiated in the politics of gender might even conclude that an agenda has been forced into the narrative, like a Shakespearian soliloquy laced with passages about global warming.
Even more to his credit, the author injects, sometimes forcefully, an unflinching examination of what most great novelists will never touch: feminism’s corrosive effect on men and masculinity.
For some, this may feel awkward at times. Those uninitiated in the politics of gender might even conclude that an agenda has been forced into the narrative, like a Shakespearian soliloquy laced with passages about global warming.