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5.0 out of 5 stars
Best I've Read This Year !!, 24 July 2007
Rupert Holmes ? It can't be the same Rupert Holmes I remember from the 1970s. The guy who sang about liking Pina Coladas and a walk in the rain? Yes, the same. Thirty years on and Holmes has moved on from lyrics to literature and, in Where The Truth Lies, he has produced one belter of a book.
The plot seems complicated but intriguing. It is set in the mid-1970s, and hinges on an event that happened back in 1959. The story is told largely in the first person from the perspective of the novel's main character, a 26 year-old woman journalist. O'Connor (the journalist) is determined to write the biography of one (or other) of a famous 1950s American double-act, Lanny Morris and Vince Collins. Morris is Jewish and was the comedy/slapstick half of the act. Collins was the duo's straight man with the fabulous singing voice, and came from Italian stock. Any resemblance between these two fictional characters and the 1950s duo Jerry Lewis & Dean Martin is entirely intentional, right down to the inclusion in the plot of a telethon.
These three principals are strong and entirely believable. All of them demonstrate character faults yet, as a testament to Holmes's writing, all still remain likeable.
I found this book fascinating, it was un-put-downable. Holmes manages to keep the tempo flowing from start to finish without ever flagging. He manages to tell the story convincingly from the perspective of a 26 year-old woman, which has to be a notable achievement from a man in (presumably) his mid-50s.
A cracking story, superbly written, utterly believable characters, a nod in the direction of some of America's finest entertainers from the 1950s, amusing throughout. If you enjoy the predictable, exaggerated, formula-driven nonsense papped out by the likes of Jeffrey Deaver or Wilbur Smith you will probably hate this.