A book clearly made for the small screen.
-Walt committing more misdemeanors than a Hells Angel at a rally
-Henry in multiple bar fights
-all the sheriffs aiding and abetting Walt with much grumbling
-a dangerous high speed chase
-sexy inscrutable women, either in a sexy, dangerous way, or in a crazy, dangerous way
-a random pocket of extreme hate crime
-a super-cute 150 pound dog
-Walt insisting a woman he doesn’t know couldn’t be a bad person because she’s a woman
What more could a tv show want?
Oh, I know… dialogue, setting, character. Whatever. You’re supposed to fill in the details. Johnson doesn’t have time for that, so he substitutes by having Walt spout random facts about the origins of ‘Frick and Frack,’ that Sherlock Holmes actually uses abductive reasoning (don’t ask), and the Hollister Riot in ’47.
Honestly, the first four pages felt more sincere and emotional than the rest of the book. They included story background from Johnson’s history watching his dad restore a motorcycle, and a long list of thanks. I’m not saying it was bad, I’m just saying it couldn’t have been more television if it tried. Between Henry and Walt, there was B&E, moving a body, disturbing the scene of a crime, at least a couple of aggravated assaults, trespass with property damage, numerous concealed crimes, and those are only the ones they were the main party to–it’s just not the straight-laced cowboy of the start of the series. Oh, and don’t forget the anti-mine, anti-assault vehicle that mostly only Walt knows how to use, despite his inability to use a cell phone.
The plot was convoluted but interesting, involving dead bodies, motorcycle gangs and money, and while it didn’t keep me guessing, it didn’t mean some of the details weren’t interesting as they developed. So I’ll call it a good palate-cleanser and be even.