workingmomof2. Lots of driving time = many Audio books
Had to force myself to finish because I paid for it. This one moves so slowly I was wishing for someone to die....sad. I have always loved PC but this was just a drag. Fail.
Same Same Same
Not have the same predictable story
Kate is fantastic! She brings so much to this story to help it out
No..it seemed to be a wrap up story.
Yes. She does a good job overall.
Red Mist was another great Patricia Cornwell story.
Kay Scarpetta is always intriguing and compelling.
Kate Burton is an excellent narrator. I love her as Kay Scarpetta.
Predictable from the very first chapter and when I crawled my way to the end clutching the steering wheel praying for release, guess what? It was predictable! There seems to be a formula for writing and no more thinking outside the box - A shame really.
I've lost complete interest in these money maker's from P.C. I could not give a rat's behind for any of what use to be good characters and good stories. I kept telling myself, don't waste a credit on it.
Can't blame the reader for what she had to read (we all have to eat) it's her job. Thats why the 5 stars for performance.
I am an avid reader of several genres, but Mystery/Suspense is my favorite. I also churn through quite a bit of non-fiction.
Over two decades ago, Cornwell's book, "Postmortem," really sank a hook into me. It was richly layered, suspenseful, filled with scientific and other technical details--all wrapped around a strong, intelligent central character. With each new book, however, I found myself wishing more for the punch of her first Scarpetta novel. The Scarpetta series has now devolved incrementally into a sad, pathetic caricature of the substance of the original. The dew has incrementally left the rose.
The Scarpetta line is played-out. Each book is worse and worse.Scarpetta is descended into a Hell of interpersonal grievances, both petty and great. The personal/interpersonal drama is overshadowing the previous merits of the series. Those characters close to her have all disappointed her on numerous occasions--and Kay is never to blame in any souring of her interactions with the people in her life. The brilliant, dogged, strong Dr. Scarpetta has morphed into the grandiose, driven, spiteful Kay.
There are myriad evilly-brilliant super-villains, all waiting to personally target Scarpetta, and those she claims to love (but who are never good enough for her). Rather than suspenseful, fast-paced, rich tales, we now have a series of personal screeds about how everybody is out to hurt or disappoint Cornwell--oops! I mean, Scarpetta! Seriously though, Scarpetta is really beginning to look like a tool--a mere device--with which Cornwell shows her disdain for a world full of people whom she finds sorely lacking in SOMETHING.
As the current popularity of "reality"-based TV illustrates, America loves over-blown, back-biting DRAMA. However, this series should be too much, even for fans of Survivor, and The Jerry Springer Show.
This time, I mean it: I will not buy another Scarpetta book, and I will likely not even buy another Cornwell novel, either. I just have to accept that there will never be another Postmortem- quality book from Cornwell again.
I was surprised to read recently that Patricia Cornwell has publicly acknowledged being diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. After more than two decades of reading her books, I have come to see Scarpetta as a thinly-veiled, at least semi-biographical manifestation of a disordered personality, specifically elements of Borderline Personality Disorder, or Narcissistic Personality Disorder. If that interpretation is wrong, and Cornwell isn't a candidate for either of those diagnoses--It is a sure bet that Scarpetta IS.
The narration far out-shined the story, itself. But not even a stellar narration would save this over-wrought, self-absorbed, tedious tripe-filled tome. (And yes--I know that sounds excessive--I'm just furious with MYSELF for having hoped, still one more time, that the brilliance of Postmortem would manifest itself again.)
Sadly, it is Scarpetta, herself, who needs to be cut out of Red Mist. A close second would be Kay's niece, Lucy. Lucy, like Kay, appears to be an alter-ego of Cornwell. And also like Kay, she is a brooding, bitter, self-absorbed vehicle for DRAMA.
I really enjoyed Kate Burton as narrator. Her cadence is absolutely on point and so are the different voices she employs. I also enjoy the fact that the science of forensics that is described doesn't go on and on, infinitum -- just enough.
This novel isn't as graphically gory as some, and the story is carried by the characters and the mystery that Kay Scarpetta falls into, when she is trying to divine some clearer understanding of why Jack, whom she had mentored and employed for so many years had gone off the deep end, and then ended up dead. And I adore Marino! He is indeed a character unto himself!
Some are critical of Cornwell and think that Scarpetta's stories are all the same. I disagree. Different characters tell different stories and I can't imagine me not continuing to be a Kay Scarpetta fan. When a work has me talking back to the characters, five stars are in order.
I have read or listened to all of Cornwell's Scarpetta series, and I will continue to do so. I hope another narrator will be used for subsequent audio books.
I have read or listened to all of the Scarpetta series. This story was not as good as some of the earlier ones, but better than some of the more recent ones. I much preferred the narrator(s) on some of the previous books.
I really don't like this narrator. She doesn't give Scarpetta enough personality! I noticed several words mispronounced, and there were places where editing was too obvious. Also, why put in the strange sounds, chords, etc., in the narration? They are annoying and obnoxious!
I have enjoyed the entire Scarpetta series, although I liked the earlier ones better. The excitement isn't there as much in the more recent books. In my opinion, Scarpetta's more mature personality needs some work. I also wish that Cornwell would reduce or limit the seemingly elitist, upper class snobbery which seems to be evident in her books.