I have created a new shelf b/c of this book. My central response after finishing it is a clear "Ugh!" 
 This book, if the cover can be believed (has propaganda reached the level now where even book covers of fictional novels sport blatant lies?), won an Edgar Award. I believe this only if it won in the category of "Standard Red-blooded Privileged White American Male Makes Attempt At Literature." Or in the category of "Literature For Upper-Class Men Of Conservative Patriarchal Western Cultures." 
 I would like to give it less than 3 stars, however if you are simply looking for a book written/put-together competently enough to to be engrossing and let you shut out the outside world for awhile then this book will do that. I say that with the caveat that you are able to get past intermittent blasts of great annoyance and are one who is able to turn off the analytical part of the brain while reading. 
 There is some good writing here and there are some good themes however the essence of the two categories I stated above is an ever-present backdrop. Not heavy-handed but clear and present; you know, like the danger. 
 And the phenomenon of actually attempting to write literature through the entitled, self-righteous perspective of the most powerful, catered-to demographic in our culture is somewhat interesting & educational in and of itself. 
 I can see why the male dominated-world of publishing loves this author. I am not a fan, as you may have surmised, but he seems to sincerely have a love for writing and I can respect that. What I don't respect is the choice made by whichever group decided this merited the award. At least Tana French, another Edgar award-winner, is by comparison (even with her stupid endings and character destruction) still clearly an exceptional writer with fresh perspectives. This novel suffers from a limited perspective to the point of making the reader feel a bit suffocated. 
 Ugh.