BEEN WRONG SO LONG IT FEELS LIKE RIGHT

Tangled in painful memories of his long-missing father, who was released from prison nine years ago, private investigator Joe King Oliver searches for his old man in this follow-up to Every Man a King (2023).

The 44-year-old King hasn’t seen or heard from his hated/loved father, Chief Odin Oliver, since he was 13. After Chief was convicted of robbing a convenience store and shooting two men, his wife (King’s mother) had a nervous breakdown, was sent to an asylum, and died. Now, King’s ailing 94-year-old grandmother wants him to find her son before she’s operated on for cancer. King’s search, which leads him through a succession of Chief’s friends, lovers, and criminal associates, overlaps with the case of a woman he’s been hired to find by the wealthy husband she walked out on, taking their 7-year-old daughter—a job the empathetic detective turns on its ear once it becomes obvious that the shady husband is abusive. With its many interconnected characters and layers of family history, the kaleidoscopic plot—narrated by King—isn’t always easy to follow. His desire to sleep with smart and beautiful women he encounters smooths the path. King can’t help showing off his sophisticated taste in food, literature, appearances (one woman’s dress was “the color of Meyer lemons”), and language (“She was so certain about the space she occupied that there was no gainsaying her position”). At the same time, the novel is rooted in street philosophy (“It’s at least three times harder to get outta trouble than it is gettin’ in”) and the ongoing threat of violence. As with Mosley’s great Easy Rawlins series, there’s simply no one else writing books like this one.

A dense but deeply reflective sequel.