How can I not relate to a detective who faced with the anxieties and chaos of a soon to be dying world (hello asteroid!) says "holy moly" a lot?
What Hank Palace also says or reflects is that:
… civilization is just a bunch of promises, that's all it is. A mortgage, a wedding vow, a promise to obey the law, a pledge to enforce it. And now the world is falling apart, the whole rickety world, and every broken promise is a small rock tossed at the wooden side of its tumbling form.
Hank's dogged decency isn't particularly showy, but it does make him a big damn hero.