Lee Child takes us to a preppers paradise buried in the Montana mountains full of anti-globalist nutjobs in this 1998 thriller. Not only interesting for how on-point it was (think Alex Jones, QAnon, etc) but also in highlighting the difference between good and great art, high and base emotions, and the addictive nature of popular/pulp fiction. I wanted Tolstoy but all I got was Jack bloody Reacher.
