My Cultural Diet

Every so often, I just want to read a thriller or two, so I picked this one from the library shelf at random. The premise promises a cat-and-mouse game between a once-retired hitman who launches a one-man war against the Mafia and the federal agent trying to bring him in. As is often the case with this sort of novel, there are plenty of pages devoted to the hitman’s methodical dispatching of everyone in his way, though Perry resists the urge to get graphic with the bloody details. I wouldn’t say that I was ever bored while reading The Informant, but neither was I terribly enthralled, and definitely not on the edge of my seat as the hitman evaded yet another deathtrap or the agent sought to outfox him. I also found Perry’s prose more heavy-handed than hard-boiled, which kept the novel’s pacing more on the sedate side.

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