As a longtime fan of Collins' work from his Irish novels and short stories to his American novels, I can say with certainty, that with Lost Souls he has arrived! This is his finest novel to date, a deceptively simple story concerning the mysterious death of a child. What may seem a police procedural at first, turns into one of the most crafted works you'll ever read.
The prose is haunting, capturing the Lost Souls who inhabit this novel, from the divorced cop at the centre of this mystery to a surreal mayor and chief who try to orchestrate a coverup in this small unnamed town.
To speak of plot is to diminish the brilliance and genius of Collins' work in Lost Souls. The connective tissue from scene to scene is peppered with such sociological deftness and believability, that it makes your skin crawl. In an age of the BIG novel of ideas, Collins has mastered the smallness of existence, the day to day essence of how we survive in this day and age.
I was reminded of The Corrections a little, though this is a very different book, but the font of both writers genius is apparent. Collins inhabits the crime genre in a way Chandler inhabited it, bringing a literary sensibility and roundness to his characters. The quote on the jacket says, "A thinking mans John Grisham!" This has nothing to do with Grisham. This is so off. Lost Souls is a hybrid of a literary classic coupled with a Chandleresque nod to suspense and mystery.