Film is a masterpiece, book not so much.
Live by Night took me a while to get into, mostly due to the fact that it is kind of a rambling tale. It never turned into a great novel. It's lack of focus held it back from the heights it's finer moments suggested. Still, it won me over eventually.
Dennis Lehane likes to hurt children. It's kind of his thing. I've read most of his books now and so far, every single one contains at least allegations of child abuse. His novels are rife with child-rape, kidnapping, child-murder, and molestation. It's a character in his stories the way that New York City is a character Woody Allen's 70s pictures. He seems totally unable to write a story without it.
I just couldn't get into this one. The plot isn't terrible, but it just feels like Lehane is tired of these characters and it shows in the writing. Not terrible, but you won't be missing anything by skipping it.
This book is nearly the polar opposite of the first book. Where the other was forced and awkward, this one is natural and well-paced, with a storytelling and characterization that doesn't make you resent the characters or the author. It helped that he wasn't interested in "saying something important" which is where his biggest failures came from the first book in the series. The most noticeable issue with this book is it's tendency to overend. He seems to write a natural ending every once every fifteen pages for the last sixty or so pages. Considering the rate at which he improved from book one in the series to book two, I'm not worried about Lehane's ability to sort this issue out in future books.
Almost everything in this book was a terrible cliche. I'm not sure I've ever read another book that was trying so very hard to say something important and failing so miserably. It's like a book version of Crash. Even the jokes were flat.
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I really, really, really wanted to love this book. I guess it ended up being so in love with itself that there wasn't any room left for me to love it.
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It took a while for this one to reel me in. Ironically, the lack of the classic King format of first acts so powerful that the ending can't help but be a let down is what created the problem. I'm used to being pulled in quickly and then let down bit by bit. The only reason I keep at it is that the openings are so good that I don't mind and even expect the weak endings. This one, on the other hand, got better as it kept going. I ended up enjoying it. A nice tale that felt a little odd coming from King, but enjoyable nonetheless.
This is not my favorite translation/treatment of Epictetus' masterpiece, but the underlying work is so good that it would be difficult to cause it real problems by handling it poorly.
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These stories were a bit hit and miss, though some of the hits are the longer ones.
As a fan of the film, I really wanted to love this book, but I just didn't. It felt slow and dull compared to some of Hammett's other novels ([b:The Thin Man|80616|The Thin Man|Dashiell Hammett|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1321111302s/80616.jpg|1336952] and [b:Red Harvest|30005|Red Harvest|Dashiell Hammett|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1320423692s/30005.jpg|2193257] come to mind). It lacks the natural wit of the former and the frantic energy of the latter.