It was the title that threw me. After the wonderful first 150 pages, the setting changed so drastically that I wondered if I was reading the same book. Perhaps a broader title would've better prepared me. Hey, how can I knock a book that brought me to tears on two occasions? On the other hand, how can I highly recommend a book that makes you plod through the final hundred pages to reach an inevitable conclusion?
Nicholas Evans evokes scenery and natural beauty like few other fiction writers. On top of that, he does a decent job of creating character and dialogue, of capturing the nuances of relationships. With "The Smoke Jumper," Evans takes us into the lives of four interesting people--not all of whom will survive to the end of the tale--and asks us to follow along obediently. For the first third of the story, I was willing to follow. The plot moved quickly, and I actually cared about these characters as they faced personal trauma, forest fires, rock climbing, and outdoor survival. The twists were subtle, yet effective. I was intrigued and would've rated it five stars up to that point.
The next portion was a bit rockier. I, like one of the characters, felt as though I was following blindly. Exhibiting trust in the author's skill? No doubt. Hoping that this journey would lead to unpredictable places? You bet. Although Evans maneuvers through the emotions and difficulties of this section gracefully, I still felt as though I was being set up for the...drum-roll, please...obvious anti-climax.
And I was right. The story moves so far from its original setting and course that I felt I was reading an entirely different novel. "The Smoke Jumper" comes around at the end and delivers, as expected. On the last page, Evans even manages to pull together the horse, wolf, and fire themes of his three books. And that may be the problem: perhaps Evans felt driven to make this book broader, bigger, grander. In my opinion, he should have stuck to one theme. What started out hot, by the end...was not.