A few years ago, for fun, I set out to read as many different types of books in the mystery-thriller-espionage-cozy mystery-etc. genre as possible. Now, at least 500 books later (although still expanding variety), I have to admit that I now find reading Patterson books a guilty pleasure - like salty potato chips you absolutely know are bad for you. I suspect I may be killing off brain cells and getting stupider each time I read one. Yet I do continue to read them. Perhaps that's his key to success: he's become one of the favorite brands of salty potato chips of the genre. For me, I suspect I'm just too anal to resist not finishing off the recently added next book in a series. On the positive side, they are quick, beach-worthy reads that add quantity to my annual 'read' list and help me achieve my annual reading goal with very little effort.
For the Michael Bennett series, conceptually I like the cast of characters and the setup as it's a bit different. Detective Bennett is a widowed father of 10 adopted children, with a live-in Irish nanny, and a priest grandfather. Not often that the protagonist in this genre is not somehow dysfunctionally warped by some past war experience, is religious (in this case Roman Catholic), generally puts family first, and is an 'aw shucks' kind of modest guy. However, I find it challenging to believe that a detective living in New York could possibly afford to support a family of 10 children and a paid, 24-7, live-in nanny. Not to mention the dragging-on romance between him and this live-in nanny who has been helping raise his kids for years since his wife died. For whatever reason, this 'nice' guy can't seem to bring himself to marry her. Frankly, this is now starting to be a bit creepy and stale.
Detective Bennett’s children are now growing up. Like many other such long-running series, the author now will start to try give the children larger roles – perhaps with the goal of someday spinning them off into their own series. Who knows. So far, with the exception of a couple of recent books in the Dave Robicheaux series by James Lee Burke, I’ve found the results of expanding the role of protagonist children are generally predictable clunkers. This trend is starting to emerge in a couple of Patterson’s series. It remains to be seen if it can be done well, but sadly that certainly wasn’t true in this book’s attempt.
In Bullseye, the shadow of cold war is resurrected with Russia apparently behind the credible attempt on the life of the macho, gun-loving U.S. president during his visit to New York. And, unbelievably, there is not one, but two married, good-looking, athletic, much-in-love-with-each-other assassin couple hit teams muddying the waters on who is actually trying to assassinate the U.S. president. Detective Bennett finds himself in the midst of the action, not once, but twice. The good guys live and the bad guys die or fail. The issue at home with one of his kids resolves positively and, I bet Catholic school’s football team actually wins.