Inappropriate title? Perhaps. But between rooting for the Spartans last night and reading the next book, this has been probably my most pro-Michigan week since the last time I visited. The only way it could be moreso is if I'd been playing the Laughing Hyenas all week (I haven't: it's been Mastodon, Aimee Mann, Dirty Three time here). So for balance, I need to remind the world: the Detroit Red Wings do, indeed, suck, regardless of what it may say in the standings.
That out of the way:
#31 -- "Thunder City" by Loren D. Estleman
This is the most recent in the Detroit series that started with "Whiskey River"; in the afterword, Estleman indicates it's probably the last, while leaving that open to backtracking. It actually (I'm pretty sure) takes place chronologically earlier than the rest. It was the only one I hadn't read, that I know for sure.
If I were reasonably confident of living to 160, I'd set aside a month sometime and read all of Estleman's Detroit books -- I have a feeling that such a reading would be a pretty great experience. Reading them one at a time over a space of 16 or 17 years, you don't get the same shared world feeling. But I doubt I'll live to 160, and I've got too many other unread books to knock off the stack.
I say this because I felt like I was reading a part of a larger work, here. It's good but it doesn't feel like it has a center; it seems like a side trip. Part of the problem is that there isn't a tremendous amount of suspense involved. The main thrust of the book is Henry Ford's operations in the early part of the century. Ford did, indeed, succeed. I don't think I'm ruining anything for anyone, telling you that part.
That kind of makes it sound like I didn't like it, and that's not the case. There's plenty more going on here (though a surprising lack of crime, given that this is the Detroit Crime Series). It's quite good, and I hope that the series isn't indeed over (though it's been ten years since this one now). It just left me wanting a bit more.