I like Nelson DeMille novels (here). I especially like John Corey novels. I don't know why. John Corey and I would definitely not get along in real life. I don't like Yankee jackasses, . . . nope, not even Donald Trump. Still I like Nelson DeMille's John Corey so I'm looking forward to reading Wild Fire (here) despite the first line which seems lacking in verve.
I’m John Corey, former NYPD homicide detective, wounded in the line of duty, retired on three-quarter disability (which is just a number for pay purposes; about 98 percent of me still functions), and now working as a special contract agent for the Federal Anti-Terrorist Task Force.
The guy in the cubicle facing me, Harry Muller, asked, “You ever hear of the Custer Hill Club?”
“No. Why?”
“That’s where I’m going this weekend.”
“Have a good time,” I said.
“They’re a bunch of rich, right-wing loonies who have this hunting lodge upstate.”
“Don’t bring me any venison, Harry. No dead birds, either.”
DeMille, Nelson - Wild Fire
It's not just a lame opening, it's also a tad of a "Dan Browner" (see here). What's a Dan Browner? Go look at the link. It means he opens like having a guy look in a mirror and describe himself for the reader. "I'm John Corey, former NYPD homicide detective . . . ." That's a Dan Browner.
Fifty pages in and it hasn't gotten much better. Come on DeMille, pull it out of this nose dive soon!

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