On a visit to Boston in 2007, the inspiration to write a novel struck me while I was sitting on a bench in the park in Copley Square, drinking my go-to coffee, admiring the Beaux Arts architecture of the Boston Public Library where I used to hang out years ago when I worked at a nearby publishing house.
The Kennedy Connection was a cleverly written, suspenseful page turner in the best sense and Shooting for the Stars is its' worthy successor. In this saga, Malloy is thrown into the sleazy, headline-grabbing world of a prime-time TV newsmagazine when he joins forces with a beautiful reporter who has uncovered answers long buried that lead to the solving of a cold case from decades before.
Flannery O'Connor damned the novel with pretty faint praise when it came out: "I think for a child's book it does all right." That seems unduly harsh (and unfair to YA literature). What works best for me as an adult reader is the slow accretion of local color, the barbed social comedy, and the graceful prose.