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My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This isn’t your typical Charlie Fox novel, and in this case, that’s a good thing (I can easily see where an atypical Fox novel would disturb my quiet).

Are there twists? Yup. Action? Yup. Bad guys in need of taking down? Yup. As you’d expect. A few less bullets than you’d expect.

But there was more to this. Sure, Sharp develops her characters further and further each novel–but here, they grew by leaps and bounds, a few books’ worth. And it didn’t seem forced or obligatory, it was wholly organic and genuine.

Honestly, I groaned when I realized we were getting “undercover op in a cult compound” for a mission. But it turned out to be so much more, and a satisfying read.

(I just hope for a little more action and a little less heart next time)

Dusted Off: The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley

By HCNewton

On March 12, 2011

In Fiction, Mystery/Detective Fiction/Crime Fiction/Thriller

The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I don’t know why so many of the reviews/recommendations I’ve read for this book compare the hero, Flavia de Luce, to Lisbeth Sanders. I guess it’s because they’re both not your typical female mystery protagonist. The comparison doesn’t seem fair — I know which one I’d like my sons to marry (seriously, if she has a granddaughter…). On the other hand, I know which one I’d like walking home with my daughter after dark, too.

Anyway, I need to get back on task, this, by gum, was a fun read with an utterly charming hero that deserves all the accolades and awards it’s getting.

Our 11-year-old hero (no, this is not a kid’s book [not that there’s anything inappropriate for anyone who’s made it through Rowling here]) is a budding, self-taught, chemist with a curious mind and a stubborn streak a mile wide. Her family life is a mess — but in a charming, amusing, English countryside way — but our plucky gal has managed to get through it pretty much intact and for the better.

So when she discovers a body on her lawn, yet the police shoo her away from the crime scene and dismiss her, she starts her own investigation. She’s helped early on by a fact or two the police didn’t obtain from her, and some that she kept to herself out of spite. Her father’s arrest for the murder just adds fuel to her fire and becomes determined not only to solve the case before the police but to make them eat a good-sized helping of crow.

Probably not much of a spoiler to say that’s exactly what she does, because the book’s not about that foregone conclusion, but in watching Flavia do that while making less than flattering observations about her older sisters.

Highly recommended.

Dusted Off: The Sentry by Robert Crais

By HCNewton

On January 18, 2011

In Authors, Elvis Cole/Joe Pike, Fiction, Mystery/Detective Fiction/Crime Fiction/Thriller, Robert Crais

The Sentry by Robert Crais

Series: Elvis Cole, #12/Joe Pike, #3
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

So the third Joe Pike novel starts off with him gassing up his Jeep and noticing that across the street that a couple of gang-bangers are up to no good at a sandwich shop. Pike decides to intervene, roughs up the ruffians little (well, by Pike’s standards). The shop owner isn’t grateful, but his niece sure is.

Pike senses an instant connection with her, the kind of connection that he hasn’t felt in a long, long time. Where some guys will do something to show off for a gal, try to impress them, Pike decides to get the gang to back off what what seems to be a straightforward protection racket. And it seems to work, very easily.

Which of course, is where things go very, very badly for all involved. The woman and her uncle go missing, so Pike sets off to find her, rescue her from whatever she needs rescuing from and brings Elvis along for the ride. A twisty, nothing is as it seems (at least twice), ride.

More than maybe any other Pike/Elvis or Elvis/Pike novel, this one is about the friendship between these two men. Yeah, there’s the action, the mystery, the bullets (MINOR SPOILER: far, far fewer than we’ve come accustomed to Pike using), and so on. But at the core, this is about the bond tying Pike and Elvis together.

Told in Crais’ (sadly) now-typical shifting perspectives, the action, once it starts, doesn’t relent. I flew through this book without realizing it. The only thing that kept me from finishing it in one setting was forcing myself to put it down so I could get a few winks before work. The best of the Pike books so far, better than a couple of Elvis books, too.

Perfect book for immersing yourself into to get out of a crappy day.

Waiting for the next book from Crais, if only he could write faster…

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Dusted Off: A Stained White Radiance by James Lee Burke

By HCNewton

On January 13, 2011

In Fiction, Mystery/Detective Fiction/Crime Fiction/Thriller

A Stained White Radiance by James Lee Burke

My rating: 1 of 5 stars

Elmore Leonard famously quotes Steinbeck saying, “Sometimes I want a book to break loose with a bunch of hooptedoodle. . . . Spin up some pretty words maybe or sing a little song with language. That’s nice. But I wish it was set aside so I don’t have to read it. I don’t want hooptedoodle to get mixed up with the story.”

I sincerely wish Burke would follow Leonard’s urging to get rid of the hooptedoodle, or as he puts it later, “If it sounds like writing, I rewrite it.”

There’s a whole lot in here (and most of this series) that sounds like writing. Once you take all that away, there’s not a lot in this book. Horribly thin plot, from the get go everyone knows who did what and pretty much why, there’s just a few hundred pages of wheel spinning, hooptedoodle, and moments intended to be tense that really aren’t.

Not sure if I’ll keep going with Burke.

Dusted Off: When the Sacred Ginmill Closes by Lawrence Block

By HCNewton

On January 12, 2011

In Fiction, Mystery/Detective Fiction/Crime Fiction/Thriller

When the Sacred Ginmill Closes by Lawrence Block

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I’ll be honest, I’m sticking with this series primarily because of the author’s reputation, though Eight Million Ways to Die did impress me. I was fairly dismayed when I started this book and it looked like all the progress that Scudder made during his outing was tossed out without explanation or comment. A relapse, or backslide, etc. would’ve been acceptable if Block had done it right (obviously), but to just start off the book without noting that he’d fallen off the wagon was just horrible.

Thankfully, he didn’t waste too much time before he had Scudder inform us that this was an extended flashback. That done, we could see Scudder not at his alcoholic worst, just pretty bad–probably before the first book in the series, now that I think of it. Then he brought us back to the present at the conclusion of the novel, making the whole exercise mean something. What made me ready to toss the whole series at the beginning, in the end made a pretty effective novel. It’s not a trick that he can use more than once, I think–and my gut says Block wouldn’t try.

As far as the mysteries that make up Scudder’s cases? Marginally interesting, at best. I’ve yet to be really impressed by the whodunit aspect of Block’s books, it’s how Scudder interacts with the suspects/victims/survivors that makes them interesting–especially as he interacts with himself. But one of the two mysteries here is about as strong as he gets, and the other is about as weak as he gets. So…eh, whatever.

If you like Matt Scudder, this book will satisfy you. If you’ve never encountered him before, I’m not sure this is the book to start with.

Dusted Off: I Know You’re Dead and All, But . . .

By HCNewton

On December 8, 2010

In Authors, Currently Reading, Fiction, Mystery/Detective Fiction/Crime Fiction/Thriller

Dear Stieg Larsson,

Until you become a much, much better writer than you are, you really need to get to the hook earlier than page 245 of 640. Dude, that’s 40% of your book.

Just sayin’,

Dusted Off: Holmes on the Range by Steve Hockensmith

By HCNewton

On November 5, 2010

In Fiction, Mystery/Detective Fiction/Crime Fiction/Thriller, Western

sorry for the rushed nature of this one, but I wanted to get something up today and didn’t have time to polish it right.

You just have to love this concept. An illiterate cowboy in 1890’s Montana hears about Sherlock Holmes due to the republication of some of Watson’s accounts in American periodicals. He’s drawn by what Holmes does and sets about getting his hands on all of Watson’s reports he can. And then he makes his brother read them to him over and over and over so he can learn how to do what Holmes does. At some point he thinks he’s learned enough to start, and puts himself in a situation to put his skills to the test. And presto, you’ve got yourself a novel.

So much for the concept–how was the execution? Ehhh, not as good. It was dull, downright slow, filled with a bunch of cliched Western types. It was interesting enough to keep me reading, but man, did it get sloggy in parts. I’m glad I persevered, because the conclusion was satisfying (even if it’s pace was 200% of what preceded it) and the central characters were amusing.

These brothers offer a great take on Holmes/Watson, and I’m sure I’ll get to the sequels pretty soon. Hoping that now that the series has been set up, the next ones will pick up a little faster.

Dusted Off: Happy Birthday, Archie

By HCNewton

On October 23, 2010

In Authors, Calendar Items, Nero Wolfe/Archie Goodwin, Rex Stout

On Oct 23 in Chillicothe, Ohio, Archie Goodwin entered this world–no doubt with a smile for the pretty nurses–and American detective literature was never the same.

I’m toasting him in one of the ways I think he’d appreciate most–by raising a glass of milk in his honor.

Who was Archie? Archie summed up his life thusly:

Born in Ohio. Public high school, pretty good at geometry and football, graduated with honor but no honors. Went to college two weeks, decided it was childish, came to New York and got a job guarding a pier, shot and killed two men and was fired, was recommended to Nero Wolfe for a chore he wanted done, did it, was offered a full-time job by Mr. Wolfe, took it, still have it.” (Fourth of July Picnic)

Long may he keep it. Just what was he employed by Wolfe to do? In The Black Mountain he answers the statement, “I thought you was a private eye” with:

I don’t like the way you say it, but I am. Also I am an accountant, an amanuensis, and a cocklebur. Eight to five you never heard the word amanuensis and you never saw a cocklebur.

In The Red Box, he says

I know pretty well what my field is. Aside from my primary function as the thorn in the seat of Wolfe’s chair to keep him from going to sleep and waking up only for meals, I’m chiefly cut out for two things: to jump and grab something before the other guy can get his paws on it, and to collect pieces of the puzzle for Wolfe to work on.

In Black Orchids, he reacts to an insult:

…her cheap crack about me being a ten-cent Clark Gable, which was ridiculous. He simpers, to begin with, and to end with no once can say I resemble a movie actor, and if they did it would be more apt to be Gary Cooper than Clark Gable.

In case you’re wondering if this post was simply an excuse to go through some collections of Archie Goodwin quotations, you wouldn’t be totally wrong…he’s one of the fictional characters I like spending time with most in this world–he’s the literary equivalent of comfort food. So just a couple more great lines I’ve quoted here before:

I would appreciate it if they would call a halt on all their devoted efforts to find a way to abolish war or eliminate disease or run trains with atoms or extend the span of human life to a couple of centuries, and everybody concentrate for a while on how to wake me up in the morning without my resenting it. It may be that a bevy of beautiful maidens in pure silk yellow very sheer gowns, barefooted, singing “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning” and scattering rose petals over me would do the trick, but I’d have to try it.

I looked at the wall clock. It said two minutes to four. I looked at my wrist watch. It said one minute to four. In spite of the discrepancy it seemed safe to conclude that it would soon be four o’clock.

“Indeed,” I said. That was Nero Wolfe’s word, and I never used it except in moments of stress, and it severely annoyed me when I caught myself using it, because when I look in a mirror I prefer to see me as is, with no skin grafted from anybody else’s hide, even Nero Wolfe’s.

Dusted Off: Hello Kitty Must Die

By HCNewton

On September 7, 2010

In Fiction, Mystery/Detective Fiction/Crime Fiction/Thriller

I’ve often felt conflicted about my appreciation for protagonists/leading characters who are murderers–professional hitmen (Peter Brown, Jimmy the Tulip, Martin Blank, Hawk, Jules Winnfield) or serial killers (Dexter Morgan, early Hannibal Lecter), but I can usually get over it because of what their creators do with them. But Angela S. Choi’s Fiona Fi Yu, from Hello Kitty Must Die, doesn’t get to join their ranks in my book. There’s little to commend her, or the book, if you ask me (which is sort of implied if you’ve read this far).

Fi is a successful, thirtysomething Chinese-American lawyer, living with her parents, who stumbles into serial killing (I’ll leave the details to those who read it). An unpleasant childhood, filled with overbearing parents, a strict Catholic school, and one sociopathic friend primes this perpetually single (and proud!) woman for an adulthood that’s even more unpleasant. Until the aforementioned stumbling, anyway. She’s a whiny, selfish, me-first person all the way, with a personality only a parakeet could love. Essentially, she’s a very unpleasant person–beyond the murdering. Sure, she can mix pop culture references into her narrative like Dennis Miller in his prime, but in a post-Tarantino/Whedon/Apatow/Abed Nadir age, is that really so noteworthy? Besides, if Humbert Humbert taught us nothing at all, he taught us that “You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.”

What about the story itself? It starts off semi-promising, and then goes straight downhill from there. Well, let me amend that. It starts off offensively, but it’s a staged, calculated offensiveness. Choi trades in an actual narrative hook for a hook constructed of shock value. But a few pages later, it gets semi-promising. There’s no redemption of the character–not even growth. Nothing commendable about the events, characters, or cultural commentary.

On the other hand, it was a quick read.

Dusted Off: I Am Not a Serial Killer by Dan Wells

By HCNewton

On June 2, 2010

In Fiction, Mystery/Detective Fiction/Crime Fiction/Thriller

Dan Wells has pulled off quite a feat with his debut novel, I Am Not A Serial Killer–he’s written probably the creepiest book I’ve read this year (and since I’ve read 3 Val McDermid novels this year, that’s saying something), but more importantly he got me to care for and root for the creepy protagonist. (I’ll try to stop using forms of the word ‘creepy’ now). He got me to read the book with the hook, and the promised thrill, but he won me over with charm and characters.

Rather than try to summarize the plot, I’ll just embed the teaser here, okay?

That’s really all you need to know about the plot–it refreshingly deviates a bit from standard serial killer plotlines, but that’s not Wells’ strength. It’s in making us care about the individuals surrounding the plot–primarily the “hero.”

I was just thinking the other day about how nice it would be to have a novel about a teenager that wasn’t directed at a Young Adult audience (although there’s nothing about this book that would keep it from being labeled YA) and lo and behold, here one is. John Wayne Cleaver is an atypical teen written convincingly enough to appeal to older readers. The way he deals with his inner “monster”, the serial killer nature he’s known for years is lurking beneath the surface, is reminiscent of Dexter Morgan, but he’s not a knock-off. Unlike Dex, John’s not looking for an outlet for his desire to kill, he’s looking for a way to deny it.

The rest of the cast (both teens and adults) are not as fleshed out, and we could spend more time with all of them, but they feel just as “real”. It will be interesting over the next 2 planned installments to watch them develop and react to John and his struggles (especially as his struggles become more and more overt as I suspect they will).

The exterior conflict in the novel is well done, and has a satisfying conclusion (that had me sitting on the edge of my seat), but the payoff to John’s interior conflict is even better–and somewhat surprising to the reader as well as John.

I’ll pay Wells one of the highest compliments I can think of–I was about 50 pages away from the end when I started to get anxious about getting my hands on the second entry in the series–which doesn’t look like it’ll be available here for another year.