The wonderful creation of Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child, Agent Pendergast is equal parts Indiana Jones, Fox Mulder and Sherlock Holmes. He is tall, lean and pale; his hair is blonde to the point of almost-whiteness; he dresses in the finest clothes, talks like a gentleman, drives a Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith, and sips the finest wines.
He does all of this while solving hideous and convoluted crimes, which often touch on the realm of the supernatural. As literary detectives go, they don’t get much gooder than hell than Pendergast.
I’m currently enjoying The Wheel of Darkness, which just came out in paperback; as it opens, the incredibly reclusive monks of a Tibetan monastery implore Pendergast to help retrieve a missing artifact (it’s a task, of course, that only he can do).
If you’re new to the series, be sure to start with the trilogy of Brimstone, Dance of Death and The Book of the Dead, all of which deal with Pendergast’s evil-genius-brother, Diogenes. I’m telling you, this is some of the most fun I’ve ever had reading fiction.