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BRICK OUTHOUSE: A Jack Reacher novel

 
  

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miss wonderstarr
22:05 / 11.07.06
You may have seen the posters, taunting. A sub-Hopper painting on the cover: a diner, an empty highway. Neon America. IF YOU DON'T KNOW REACHER... YOU DON'T KNOW JACK.

This isn't my kind of book, you think. This is for assholes in airports. But. If you think that. You don't know Jack. And you don't know shit.

Jack Reacher. Jack-none-Reacher, as he was known at "West Point", and... and "Bird", and all the other military bases YOU will reel off in contemptuous shorthand when you read the novels of Lee Child. Reacher has no middle name. Nobody calls him Jack, either. A man like Reacher... wouldn't have it any other way. Would you? Do you want to be a... a "man" with middle and first names? When you know Reacher, you'll be telling friends to address you by SURNAME ONLY.

If you still have any friends. For when you know Reacher, you won't want friends. Reacher is ex-military cop, now drifter. He "lives off the grid" (One Shot) A helpful guide in the inside back cover tells you Reacher's height, shirt size, and "what he doesn't own": INSURANCE. TAX RETURNS. Last known address? Don't make Reacher laugh. When Reacher laughs, it takes five minutes for him to stop (Tripwire).

Reacher carries nothing he doesn't need. Nothing he can't drop in a second. When he orders coffee, it's "foam cup, no china" (The Hard Way) just so he can drop it at a MOMENT'S NOTICE. He's a huge man, with not an ounce of fat on his body. That's NOT ONE OUNCE out of the 220 pounds he weighed in at when he left the military (Major, demoted to Lieutenant at the end of The Enemy). Lee Child cares about Reacher's weight, and you will too. At the start of Tripwire, we're told, Reacher has reached 250 pounds. And those 30 surplus pounds are "pure hard muscle".

You'll want to know how Reacher did it, because when you know Jack, you're going to want to live like Jack... to be Jack (if you're a man) or... to BED him (if you're not). [Reacher has nothing against gay men, even in the Army. He's not one, though. And Lee Child isn't, either. OK.]

Luckily, Lee Child spells it out for us. Reacher was digging swimming pools by hand. "He'd worked out a method, by twisting and scooping, to SHAPE AND TONE EVERY SINGLE MUSCLE IN HIS ENTIRE BODY." At the end of the day, Reacher laughs, because he's been paid for a workout that would cost $50 in a "shiny city gym" (Tripwire). And now he's going to his evening job, the kind of job most men would do for free: taking his shirt off as security in a "titty bar".

There's diet stuff for men here, too. Reacher calculated that with his current rate of exercise, he had to consume 10,000 calories per day. And the fittest man he ever knew once told him that the secret of great shape is to drink 5 gallons of water per day. Reacher figured he was twice that guy's shape, so he drank TEN per day. Room temperature. When you know Jack, you'll never touch chilled water again, or take cream in your coffee. Reacher only drinks it black. He fuels up on it like a fighter plane. He doesn't know or care much about coffee. Just likes it hot and strong.

Did it work? Lee Child is impressed and you will be too. "The results... were SPECTACULAR." Even doctors are impressed. At the end of Tripwire, Reacher takes a shotgun blast to the face and a bullet to the chest. When he wakes up three weeks later, the doctor laughs. "A normal man wouldn't have stood a chance. But your pectoral muscles are so thick, the bullet never made it through them, my friend" he grins. Reacher laughs for three minutes.

Reacher does a lot of calculations. When he flies business class, he works out how much it's costing him for 5 minutes at cruising speed. When he approaches an airline desk with his brother, he tells you that together, they're 13 feet tall and 450 pounds. You'll want to be a precise thinker like Reacher. And when you know Jack, you can be precise. You'll find yourself discussing "BDU" (Basic Dress Uniform) and namedropping accurate gun-terms like "Steyr Automatic" as if you were ex-military, too. You'll know how many ranks are below a Major in the US Military... AND how many are above it. You'll know the correct derivation of HUEY (UH-1 Iroquois) and HUM-VEE (HMMWV)... and you'll use them without thinking.

You learn the reality of combat when you know Jack. Lee Child will constantly remind you: "Reacher attached the silencer. He didn't do it like in the movies, screwing it on lovingly." Then, Lee Child will tell you the real way to attach a silencer. And then... how that gun sounds with a silencer attached. You'll learn: It's NOT like you hear in the movies. You'll know it sounds like a Manhattan business directory held over your head and slammed down on a desk. That's the kind of information you don't forget. And your friends will notice too. Bosses, prospective employers, also.

Don't be concerned that there's adult material in the Jack Reacher novels. Though Reacher can bed any female colleague he chooses, and does so with an average of 1.25 per book, Lee Child doesn't want you to feel embarrassed when sharing Jack Reacher novels with your son, or daughter. The adult scenes are guaranteed to go no further than a kiss. Occasionally, a shopping scene will feature where Reacher buys clothes (always "khaki pants, a shirt. Reacher thought they looked pretty good") or where his lady-friend purchases a "sheath" dress with real pearl buttons, and swirls for him, smelling ... (Reacher's nose twitches) somehow FEMALE, feminine. Reacher's nostrils detect a... fragrance he can't place. He doesn't have to know what it is... to know that he likes it. Wants it.

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Only one question remains. Why am I getting addicted to the often ridiculous Jack Reacher novels by Lee Child? If anyone replies, I may think hard about it.
 
 
matthew.
02:00 / 12.07.06
I really didn't like the prose. It hurts-s my eyes-s. I hear they're optioning a couple of the books for films, and I'm sure they would be far better flicks than books.

By the by, nice to have you back, wonderstarr
 
 
■
07:48 / 12.07.06
Why am I getting addicted to the often ridiculous Jack Reacher novels by Lee Child?

While I have never forced myself through one, I suspect it's because the author is a brilliant and very nice bloke so his character may have seeped into his writing of the hero.
 
 
miss wonderstarr
08:36 / 12.07.06
I got the impression, though it may be an easy assumption, that Reacher is a wish-fulfilment figure for many things Lee Child is not: Child is British, grey-haired, looking like a nice secondary school teacher when you see him in unguarded photos rather than the rather forced steely-sternness of his publicity pic. I suspect he is not 6'5 or 250 pounds of pure hard muscle, and that his pectorals would not stop a bullet.

Where he succeeds may be in that his wish-fulfilment figure is also an appealing wish-fulfilment figure for many other people.

Thinking about what I like in the Jack Reacher novels, a significant part of it is inevitably Reacher himself, as the solid centre.

There are other aspects I enjoy ~ the precision with times and distances is key to the way Child builds suspense, as you chop scenes between two villains heading up a specified route from their base to the victim's house (each highway named and discussed in terms of traffic flow) and Reacher racing to the same destination by train (each section of track provided with a schedule, so you can quickly calculate whether he might just make it on time). The sense of multiple stories going on at once, of Reacher managing by skill or luck to stay just round the next corner of his pursuers, and the next victim stumbling right into the path of the villain, is perhaps the closest thing I've read to 24, and I forced myself to close the novel at various cliffhangers with the same pleasurable "oh God, no, don't go that way."

One Shot, the first Reacher novel I read, is exemplary in its plotting out of place, as well as time ~ all the action is confined to a small "heartland" town (in Indiana I think), and by halfway through, as Reacher strolls or strides from motel to diner to NBC building to lawyer's offices to the second storey of a parking garage, you could map the city yourself. It feels, by that point, like a real-time PC game, with characters moving around a virtual location: contained and convincing.

But Reacher is the hard nut at the heart of it all. What is it I like about Reacher, I wonder ~ I don't really want to be him, or bed him. I think I want him in the same way as I wanted the Batman of Dark Knight Returns; that is, I want to be his "Robin". I want to have him as a bodyguard. There's a moment in Tripwire where Reacher's new squeeze (now a hostage) fantasises about him coming in to rescue her, with bullets virtually bouncing off him as he squeezes the villain's neck. That's one angle on Reacher's appeal, I think ~ he would be your protector. He would fight for you until he was on his knees, and then he'd stagger up and fight some more.

But there are other things about Reacher that kind of chime with me, and must I think appeal to others. Not the bullshit diet tips (10,000 calories a day? 10 gallons of water?) but the fantasy of having no ties, of just travelling where you want. You buy an outfit, wear it four days, press it under your mattress if you're on a date, dump it when it looks old. You buy another outfit for the next state you hit. No house, no car (Reacher has a touchingly naive nightmare about roof repairs, home insurance, the scary stuff that comes with ownership), no responsibilities. Just a job that keeps you tanned and toned, and pays you enough for your water, coffee and steak at your favorite diner. It's maybe a Beat fantasy. All the beefcake posing and military-cop tech aside, I think Reacher's main attraction is that he's the opposite of his reader: he's precisely not on a commuter train to work with his bag or briefcase, at the start of a 9-5 that ends with the return home to the flat, the bills, the emails, the same-old.


Like the name suggests, Reacher is an aspiration.
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
08:57 / 12.07.06
I think Dark Knight Returns is spot-on: it's also the Fight Club fantasy, isn't it? Goes something like this:

Modern society has indulged me too much and so I am weak and soft and flabby. It would be better if had washboard abs and no possessions, even if this meant having to be beaten up a few times. At least I would be a REAL MAN.

...Of course, the people who buy into this fantasy usually don't want to actually be punched in the face and have their PlayStation taken away... But who does?
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
09:04 / 12.07.06
That may have sounded too harsh - what I mean is I do see how it is a seductive fantasy. Goes back to the Hemingway thing.

We sat on the hot flat rocks and fished. We drank the beers. The beers were cold. They were good. We caught some fish. The fish were good. They were big. Then we went to watch the bull-fighting. It was good. The bulls were big. The girl had her hair cut short like a boy...

Sorry, carried away there.
 
 
miss wonderstarr
09:14 / 12.07.06
Those are very good points: further, a friend of mine opined that if the books were about Jacques Rechere, and Lee L'Enfant was a 1950s gauloise-smoking rive-gauchist, the prose would be hailed as avant-garde experiment, an exercise in stripping down not just plot and character, but sentence (words?) to the bare unfancy minimum.

Actually, Reacher is half-French and does spend a fair amount of time speaking gallic in Paris. In One Shot he has a whole flirtatious conversation based around quotations from Eng Lit 101 people like Orwell. ("I went to college," Reacher said, and laughed. "West Point is a college.") He's not just a muscle-headed hard-man, and not just geekily good at math: he has a streak of cultural sensitivity (perhaps a Europeanness?) under his muscle-shield of Captain American brawn. He grew up on military bases across the world, all of them near-identical, and we're told on the official website that the novels are about Reacher exploring America as the one place he's never really lived. Maybe it's not entirely the case that Child's mild Britishness is disguised in the wish-fulfilment figure of Reacher: maybe that Britishness (or non-Americanness) is a significant but subtle part of who Reacher is.

The Hard Way, the most recent novel, is partly set in England: I haven't read it cause I don't love Reacher enough to own him in hard-cover, but I'd be interested to see how it works.
 
 
Jackie Susann
03:06 / 16.07.06
This is totally making me want to read these books - which one would you recommend most? Also I like that when he says, 'I went to college,' and laughs, it must take him five full minutes to stop laughing and deliver the punchline. Imagine how annoying that would be in conversation!
 
 
Mysterious Transfer Student
13:59 / 16.07.06
Like Jackie I'm now itching to read one of these books. For some reason I'm picturing this irresistible-sounding protagonist as looking and sounding something like this guy:



Sexy.
 
 
miss wonderstarr
21:13 / 18.07.06
I'm very pleased! The one I read first was One Shot. The Enemy is probably not best for an initial experience as it's the only prequel (set in 1990) and is told in the first person, which most of them are not.

Thirdly, I enjoyed Tripwire, which has a more Thomas Harris-type villain grotesque than the others, and whose most unnverving aspect is perhaps that it's set largely in the World Trade Center towers, before their destruction. That novel is by far the funniest experience I've had of Reacher so far, in that it includes his method for digging pools that trains EVERY SINGLE PART OF HIS BODY, the "pure hard muscle", the line "the results... were spectacular", the stuff about Reacher doing a job any other man would pay for in a "titty bar" (or a "shiny city gym") and the 5-minute laughter. I did spoil the ending a bit, with the revelation that Reacher's pecs and forehead can stop bullets.

Now reading Without Fail, which is ridiculously confident and adept in its plotting so far. You feel yourself being manipulated and you just go with it.

I quite liked this Amazon.com comment from "J.A. Konrath" (?) an author of sorts, apparently.

"I couldn't turn the pages fast enough, and hated for it to end.

If you're a reader, you'll love it.

If you're a writer, it won't make you feel good about your own work. Not even a tiny bit."
 
 
miss wonderstarr
19:07 / 19.07.06
++UPDATE++

In Without Fail the expression "brick outhouse" is actually used, lol. Reacher using it to describe his brother. Bonus!
 
 
miss wonderstarr
12:20 / 25.07.06
++UPDATE++

For those of you who love Jack, but are too afraid to read his books.


Two great moments in "Without Fail" so far:

1. A series of threats on the Vice-President's life. Tensions in the Secret Service and the FBI. No leads. Finally, the bad guys make a call, asking for Reacher. The agents are desperate to keep them on the line, so they can attempt to trace it.

Reacher takes the phone.

"I want to talk to you," says a voice.

"Well, I don't want to talk to you, asshole!" growls Reacher, slamming the phone down.

xoxoxoxREACHERxoxoxoxo

Later... another office in the FBI. Another conference, another tense gathering as the combined forces of America's security try to figure out who would want to kill the V-P.

Reacher is silent.

"Reacher?" someone asks.

"I was just thinking about Dostoevsky," says Reacher.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
12:32 / 25.07.06
OK, you've sold me. I'm gonna read these motherfuckers.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
13:15 / 26.07.06
Just had a look at One Shot in the bookshop (no money, unfortunately)- oh yes. The New York Times say "his is a two-fisted decency". Oh yes indeed.
 
 
miss wonderstarr
16:53 / 26.07.06
I've got half a dozen brick-sized Reachers from my local library, which I hope will help build ME up to "pure hard muscle" as I tote them around. I've only actually spent my money on 3 Reacher novels. When I thought of the people buying them in shiny city bookshops, I laughed. A waitress laughed with me. She smelled good. "Perfume", I guessed. The way her nylons looked was good, too.

+++REACHER TIP+++

True fans of Jack can try following the road trip he makes at the end of "Without Fail", on Google Earth, from Lee Child's accurate(ish) directions.
 
 
Jackie Susann
09:47 / 28.07.06
I just read my first Jack Reacher novel, Running Blind. I wasted half a day on it, writing off all the important things I needed to do. I just couldn't stop reading it. The ending was so far past ridiculous it made that bullet-stopping pectoral sound like high realism. I will read more.
 
 
miss wonderstarr
12:35 / 31.07.06
<3 UPDATE <3

I sometimes wonder if Lee Child is, you know... taking the piss.

During a 20-page fist-fight towards the end of THE PERSUADER (title still to be explained, unless I've missed something) Reacher is facing a guy who makes even him feel small. You will know how big Jack is, fans! 220-250 pounds... 6 foot 4. So if I tell you that Paulie is 200 pounds heavier than Jack, you'll wonder if we've gone into beanstalk-land here.

Anyway... Paulie finally faces off against Jack, after Jack's dealt him a kick in the kidneys that would kill any other man, and landed him the hardest punches Jack's ever dealt, which just make Paulie laugh. (Is there a precedent in Chandler... Moose Malloy?)


Jack realises the only way he's going to beat Paulie is to tire him out by making the giant race around while Reacher dodges. He cracks wise about Paulie's steroid-induced impotence, holding up his "pinky" finger to indicate Paulie's dick... and then, inspiration strikes.

"You're a big girl's blouse," says Reacher.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
13:27 / 31.07.06
Well I've bought One Shot now, and intend to read it tomorrow.
 
 
Triplets
13:55 / 31.07.06
Wow, Paulie must drink, like, 20 gallons of water. What a guy. Not as good as our Jack though.

Yes, just reading the descriptions above - made out of, apparently, a 20% nylon, 95% testosterone weave - I'm going to ordered one later today.
 
 
miss wonderstarr
14:31 / 31.07.06
Reacher scanned the thread. Names he didn't recognise. Goofy names: English humor. They all looked to be on his side, though, so that was OK.

"I never had admirers before," he told Wonderstarr.

"They love you," she assured him. "The way you eat, drink. How you work."

"Work?" Reacher repeated, and started laughing. She waited a minute and thirty-five seconds, then laid a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. He breathed, detecting something in the air. Perfume, maybe. Something... feminine. It smelled good.

"We don't have time, Reacher."

He smiled, breathed out. Noticed there was no bed in the room, but there was a floor. Walls. "There's always time."

She saw what he meant. Blushed. "I mean I can't let you laugh for five minutes again."

"There's always time," he repeated.

She shook her head. "Look at the clock."

His hand went to the back of his pants, pulled out the heavy pistol.

"The clock. Not the Glock."

"Right."

"You owe me," she told him.

He nodded. "Asked and answered."

"No fault, no foul."

Reacher smiled at the old MP codes. "OK. I'll take you."

"You'll introduce me to him?"

He nodded. "I'll introduce you to Lee Child."
 
 
elene
15:18 / 31.07.06
He doesn’t like the Glock much (Die Trying 1:18), Wonderstarr.
 
 
miss wonderstarr
15:39 / 31.07.06
He does carry one in The Persuader though: it's Duffy's service weapon.
 
 
elene
17:14 / 31.07.06
Oh, good, just trying to maintain the required level of precision. Thanks for pointing him out.
 
 
miss wonderstarr
21:29 / 31.07.06
Also, the more accurate Beretta, Vaime, Anaconda, Steyr don't rhyme at all with "clock". I don't think you realise the craft that goes into a bad pastiche of Lee Child's bestselling, two-fisted prose, elene!

You are impressively correct about the Glock, though. I just checked Die Trying, which I haven't yet read, and it is all on pp7-8 in my paperback. He apparently prefers the Beretta 92F. It's all good to know.

Echo Burning will be my next Reacher adventure, so I'm sure we'll all be checking this thread for loving updates.
 
 
The Falcon
00:49 / 01.08.06
I think I shall try and get Killing Floor, as it's the first, on Thursday with my comics (not many I want this week.)

Yeah.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
19:50 / 01.08.06
Just started One Shot. (Was planning on spending the afternoon reading it, but got distracted by the pub).

It's ACE.

If I ever meet you, starr, remind me I owe you several beers for this.

I'm only a chapter in, and Reacher himself has only just appeared, but

Reacher was on his way to them because of a woman. He had spent Friday night in South Beach, Miami, in a salsa club, with a dancer from a cruise ship. The boat was Norwegian, and so was the girl. Reacher guessed she was too tall for ballet, but she was the right size for everything else.

is pure poetry.

It's weird- having just ploughed my way through the Border Trilogy by Cormac McCarthy, a man who doesn't believe in ending a sentence until it's good and finished, and maybe not even then, suddenly changing to a thriller. Written in short sentences. Tiny ones. Is strange. Really strange.
 
 
miss wonderstarr
14:06 / 08.08.06
Yay Stoatie. I'm very glad you like One Shot so far; having read maybe 5 Reachers now, that book seems to me one of the least ludicrous. I came to this thread, however, to update with another

xoxoxoxCLASSIC REACHER MOMENTxoxoxoxo

In Echo Burning Reacher is acting as bodyguard on a Texas ranch. The owner gets antsy and sends two ranchers with Reacher on an invented shopping trip, ordering them to finish him off.

One more bravura scene of violence later, Reacher comes back alone. Bobby does a "perfect double-take!"

Where are Josh and Billy? he gapes.

"They quit," says Reacher.

They what?

"They quit", says Reacher again.

What does that mean?

Reacher shrugged. "How would I know? Maybe they were just exercising their prerogative inside a free labour market."

!!!!!!GENIUS!!!!!!
 
 
The Strobe
21:12 / 09.08.06
Vincennes and I picked up Killing Floor for £4. I'm really, really enjoying it. It's dirty, but good.

I mean, the local jail shuts at the weekend. So we obviously have to take a big detour where Jack goes inside prison for a weekend. And fucks shit up.

Now I know that the forehead is a perfect arc. "I have a ridge like concrete there".

Thanks, Lee. You're awesome.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
21:46 / 09.08.06
AAARGH!!! Ten pages from the end of One Shot, the bus arrived at my stop and now I have to sit in work, my brain still stuck mid-denouement. Never will a night in the office have seemed so long.

But I can wait. I've learned to wait.
 
 
Jackie Susann
06:48 / 14.08.06
I'm in the middle of Persuader, another one written in the first person. I think that's a mistake - because Reacher should be kinda inscrutable, you want to never know what's really going on in his head, and also because nothing about the narration suggests he's the kind of person who would idly think of Dostoyevsky at intense moments. On the plus side, you get to hear exactly how Reacher thinks about women he's attracted to.

For example:

>>Her butt looked spectacular in the jeans. I could see the label on the back: Waist 24. Leg 32. That made her inseam five inches shorter than mine, which I was prepared to accept. But a waist a whole foot shorter than mine was ridiculous. I carry almost no body fat. All I've got in there are the necessary organs, tight and dense. She must have had miniature versions. I see a waist like that and all I want to do is span it with my hands and marvel at it. Maybe bury my head somewhere a little higher up. I couldn't tell what that might feel like with her unless she turned around. But I suspect it might feel very nice indeed.<<

Among the things I love about that, maybe the best is that while he is ostensibly checking out her ass, really its an excuse for his uncannily narcissistic appreciation of his own internal organs. You know that old joke, who cares if beauty's only skin deep - what do you want, a gorgeous pancreas? Reacher thinks he has a gorgeous pancreas.

For all the majesty of that passage, though, it may be trumped by a description a few chapters later, possibly the greatest descriptive sentence in the history of the English language:

>>It was like she had been exquisitely moulded from the stuff they make the insides of tennis balls out of.<<
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
12:34 / 14.08.06
Have to say, One Shot was fucking brilliant. As soon as I get paid I shall get another. I would get them from the library, but One Shot has given mne the insane urge to lend it to evryone I know and force them to read it. There's an incredible scene where he's just hooked up with an old girlfriend (who outranks him) and they're ordering room service. He vehemently refuses to either eat salad or drink tea rather than coffee (because there are some things he won't ever compromise).

As do all men, apparently, I want to be him.
 
 
miss wonderstarr
12:40 / 14.08.06
I carry almost no body fat. All I've got in there are the necessary organs, tight and dense.

It's grotesque in many ways, isn't it; that Reacher would interrupt telling a thriller story to digress about a woman's butt; that he checks out an attractive woman and ends up thinking about her kidneys and spleen; that he can't resist this opportunity to boast about his own physique again; that, as you note, his own physique is perfect right down to the pancreas.

On the other hand, one of the endearing things about Reacher ~ and I agree, it works a lot better when he's told in the third person ~ is this capacity for weird, off-the-wall musings. He just starts thinking about stuff in this really childlike way, trying to work things out based on sums in his head and pieces of information he remembers. The calculations about how much water a man should drink if he's approximately twice the size of this other guy is a case in point ~ so is the way he spends his time in a first class airplane cabin working out how much this would cost him per second in terms of his bluecollar salary. He's almost got the musing mind of the Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time's narrator, although he does have more of a grip on reality ~ though similarly, he knows tedious, encyclopaedic amounts about guns, ex-Presidents and baseball players, but has to try to work out in his head, based on half-remembered ideas from television, stuff like how people ride horses and what they might do in a rodeo. There is something innocent and childish about him ~ a curious, serious child ~ which I think is one of the things that saves him from being unbearable.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
12:47 / 14.08.06
I think you might have hit it. Hard. On the head, there, wonderstarr. At some points he seems to have superhuman knowledge of stuff, at others to be working life out from first principles. It's almost like he's an alien that has learned how to pass like a man, but, 3rd Rock style, is still getting to grips with what being human is actually LIKE. (Strangely, I have a similar view of Nikki from BB...)
 
 
miss wonderstarr
15:25 / 14.08.06
I think there is a key aspect of Reacher that I missed above ~ he is attractive not only because if he championed you (and he champions someone in each book: a veteran's parents, a murdered local girl and a beaten wife, as well as his current girlfriend) you'd have a brick outhouse between yourself and the hostile world, but because he needs some looking after, too.

It's most evident in Echo Burning so far, where Reacher clearly identifies with the little kid Ellie, who ponders and muses as he used to at school. There's a scene in that book ~ maybe a little overegged ~ where Reacher struggles to saddle a horse, trying to remember stuff he saw in cowboy films ("Those ropes must be the 'reins', Reacher decided") and the kid fixes it for him in five minutes. The climax of that novel depends on Reacher totally giving himself up to intuition and putting himself in his enemy's position, driving hard and blindly while he tries to sense what they would have done.

He can be a real bore about weapons, their development, ammunition and history (he bangs on about it quite a bit in Persuader, where maybe tellingly, the villains are also gun-bores) and he's got that crazy trivia-memory for baseball and presidents, giving you chapter and verse on the biography behind every fake name he uses.

But just as all his descriptions of women are vague ~ "she smelled good"; "she'd done something with her hair", "the room smelled different when she was there" ~ so the sex scenes are incredibly coy, compared to the violent ones. We hear in detail how Reacher broke a guy's arms and forced a chisel into another's head, but the sex stuff goes like this: "Reacher figured it would feel good seeing more than that strip of golden skin between her shirt and her jeans. She lifted the shirt over her head. He was right. It did feel good. It felt good touching, too. Next morning, he ate five pancakes with maple syrup and a cup of good strong coffee."

I don't really know anything about autism, but I get the popular impression that it can combine an incredibly specialist bank of knowledge with an innocence and naivety in other areas ~ and Reacher does have those qualities.
 
 
Jackie Susann
23:13 / 14.08.06
I think what I find most endearing about him is how much he loves coffee. He gets just as antsy as I do when he can't get a cup.
 
  

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