So should fans of nouveau noir look to Lehane’s much-anticipated new book, which hits bookstores on April 15? Lehane has yet to write a bad book. His last, ”Mystic River,” made EW’s top 10 list for 2001 and was a massive leap forward from his popular mysteries. Set in a fictional Boston neighborhood, ”Mystic River” blends class, romance, and hurt, and showcases all the best instincts of his peers. (It too will get the Eastwood treatment, for better or worse.)
Thus it is with glee that the crime-mystery set has awaited his newest, which Lehane announced would be titled ”Missing Dolores” and set in the ”Mystic River” universe. But before you pen in an April 15 bookstore visit (or preorder the novel online), keep a couple of things in mind. For starters, the new book is actually titled Shutter Island. And it’s set in a mental hospital in the 1950s. And it’s good, but it’s not everything a fan could hope for.
The story takes place at the height of the Cold War. U.S. Marshal Teddy Daniels is sent to an institution for the criminally insane on an island off the coast of Boston to investigate a disappearance. He and his new partner are digging into the secrets of the island – which appears to be the site of mind-control experiments and assorted creepy whatnot – when they are trapped by a hurricane. The two men are separated, and Daniels begins to lose it. Hallucinating. Getting paranoid. Sneaking about and tussling with inmates. The questions are old hat: How does the mind deal with trauma? Who’s really insane? Is the government out to get Daniels, or is he paranoid? Or both?
It’s hoary stuff, watermarked and worn and familiar to anyone with a taste for B movies. (Tellingly, ”The Perfect Storm” director Wolfgang Petersen has already optioned this novel.) Lehane has spoken in the past about his affection for Graham Greene’s habit of mixing ”novels” and ”entertainments.” There is something admirable – and considering the difficulty in grabbing readers, maybe even important – about drawing such distinctions. Unfortunately, Lehane’s foray into psychological suspense doesn’t hold the pop pleasures of his detective books. ”Shutter Island” entertains just fine, but its impact evaporates the minute you turn the last page. For hardcore fans seeking a literary encore to ”Mystic River,” the wait continues.