A quick disclaimer: I met Rob Pobi nearly a decade ago at a writing convention, and we’ve stayed in touch ever since then; basically, I consider Rob a friend, so it’s only right I say that at the outset. At the same time, I’ve given bad reviews to friends’ books before (no, I’m not linking them here), and honestly, if Do No Harm were actually bad, I probably just wouldn’t review it. Still, full disclosure and all that.
When I reviewed Under Pressure, the previous entry in Rob Pobi’s Lucas Page series, I commented that “I do wonder how long Pobi wants to keep Lucas Page going; even now, you can feel him straining against the confines of a series, pushing at the status quo to his utmost and writing a book that wants to be its own thing entirely. But that very push is a lot of what makes Under Pressure so good – the sense that what Pobi had was a gripping thriller to write, and just happened to already have a series to fit it in.” That same push-and-pull – Rob’s idiosyncratic style pushing against the nature of a series, all while that very nature necessitates certain elements – makes Do No Harm, the third entry in the series, all the more fascinating. Once again, Pobi delivers a dynamite plot, one that definitely feels unique and unexpected through every twist and turn, but it’s definitely one where some of the series’ requirements hold it back a tiny bit.
The plot here is a fascinating one, and it’s one I don’t want to delve too deeply into, other than to say that Pobi takes a great premise and finds a way to both pay tribute to a classic of suspense while turning it entirely into something all its own. The setup, though, is simple: Lucas Page, suffering through a medical gala dinner, finds himself running the numbers during an “In Memoriam”-style reel – and finding that there’s a quite disproportionate number of doctors dying. Not so many as to be obvious, no, but with Page’s analytical (some would say “cold”) mind running, it stands out. Now, some are accidents; more are suicides than you might think…but beyond being doctors, there’s really not much in common here – but if you ask Page, that’s at least thirty unsolved homicides that no one has even noticed.
That’s the setup for Do No Harm, which finds Page once again pulled into the world of law enforcement, albeit a little more on his own terms than usual. (Given that by this point, Page is much more metal prosthetics than man, you can forgive his reluctance.) That personal interest in solving the case doesn’t make Page any more kind or outgoing; no, he’s still the same blunt, unapologetic, brilliant, antisocial ass that he’s always been – and, as ever, without those cutesy humanizing touches so many authors and stories fall back on. Yes, Page is a good parent, but that’s about it – and it’s certainly a side that pretty much no one else ever sees. Now, do I find Page’s dismissive, grouchy, irritated tone a delight? Yes. Yes I do…but your mileage may vary. Suffice to say, though, three books in, and no one seems to have sanded down any of his rough edges…which is one of Pobi’s victories here: keeping Page as genuinely standoffish as possible, all while helping the reader understand both his attitude and his genuine brilliance.
At the same time, there are definitely a few elements of Do No Harm that don’t work quite as well as others. While there’s a far better plot reason for Page’s family to find themselves in the crosshairs (Page’s wife is a doctor), that doesn’t stop the moment where his family is under attack from starting to feel a little de rigueur here – as with many series, there comes a point where either you have to make clear that these aren’t empty threats or else you turn them into schmuck bait, and this one comes dangerously close to the latter – saved, admittedly, by Pobi’s strong prose and the intensity with which he depicts the sequence. Less successful is the ultimate revelation about one of the villains of the book, which falls back onto “maybe he’s just crazy” in a bit of a disappointing moment – you can’t help but feel that the man who gave us the killer of Bloodman and the nightmarish law enforcement officer of Mannheim Rex could give us a villain with a bit more nuance, especially given the extensive role that character would have had to play.
For all of that, I still had a blast with Do No Harm – especially when compared to another thriller I’ll be reviewing in a few days here, it’s notable just how good Pobi is at bringing characters to life, even in brief scenes or throwaway moments. There are a lot of thrillers with short punchy chapters and cliffhangers aplenty, but not enough of them have the dry wit, the gleefully dark sense of humor, the rich characterization, and the sheer cleverness of Pobi’s books. Do I think we’re maybe one step closer to Rob snapping and blowing up Lucas Page? Yeah, maybe…but for the time being, Pobi has given me another great thriller, and one that has personality – and to quote Jules Winfield, “personality goes a long way.”