This is another blast from the past. Miller’s new book is out next month, so I’m revisiting his debut novel, which was an absolute cracker, and one of my favourite reads of 2014. More on the new one soon. 

derek b millerWhen a neighbour is killed on his doorstep, Sheldon Horowitz knows he
has to step up.

The victim’s terrified young son desperately needs his
help. But at 82, the former US Marine with a lifetime of regrets –
not least that he pushed his son into military service in Vietnam,
where he was killed – has his limitations.

His granddaughter, with
whom he lives in Oslo, thinks he has dementia, but he’s mostly just a
cranky and impatient old man, given to long, sharp-edged banter with
the ghosts of his past and a tendency to worry that Korean snipers are
still after him.

When Sheldon and young Paul flee from Oslo by any means necessary, Sheldon has to dredge up his considerable survival skills.

What he doesn’t know is that both the police and the killers – ruthless remnants of the Kosovo war – know where he’s headed.

Miller’s debut novel combines a page-turning thriller with a powerful discussion of war and its painfully damaged aftermath.

Humane, blackly funny, heart-breaking, full of believable people and with a touching,
magnificent hero in Sheldon, this is one of the best books I’ve read this year.

This book was published in August 2014. My review was first published in the Herald Sun’s Weekend magazine.