Review: The Poacher’s Son
The Poacher’s Son by Paul Doiron
Genre: Mystery, Thriller
Published: May 2010
Rating: 4½ of 5 stars
Debut author Paul Doiron has penned a top-notch whodunit with his first novel The Poacher’s Son. A myriad of twists and turns will keep the reader guessing as suspicion moves from one character to another until the startling conclusion.
Set in the wilderness of Maine the story centers around Mike Bowditch, the local game warden. Mike returns home one night to find a cryptic message on his answering machine from his father, Jack. The next day he finds out that the police are searching for a murderer who killed two people the night before and Jack is their prime suspect. Most of the locals and Mike’s co-workers also believe Jack is involved in the murders. Jack has been far from the ideal father, neglecting Mike most of his life. In spite of this Mike feels compelled to defend his father and search for the real killer.
The book started out a little slow, but it was necessary to develop the various characters and provide the background information on Mike, his family, friends and co-workers. As we learn more about Mike and his relationships with other characters the pace of the story picks up. The writing style is fluid and descriptive; the Maine wilderness vividly comes to life.
The author deftly shifts suspicion from one character to another to keep the reader off balance. I’ve read a fair share of mystery novels and usually half way through the story I have a pretty good idea which one of the characters is guilty. That was not true with The Poacher’s Son. I did not see that ending coming and for me those are the best kind of endings.
This was not a typical mystery novel. It was also a coming of age story about a young man and his relationships with key people in his life. I very much enjoyed this book and highly recommend it. This is book one in a series of three books about Mike Bowditch, Game Warden.
For more information visit the author, Paul Doiron, at his web page.
Source: Advance Reading Copy