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First Novel??? Yoa! Reminds me of David Baldacci's first novel, "First Power" in the fit for each of this story's piece into a puzzle that squirms and spurts through your imagination. Michael Kramer's read is finer than a tycoon's diamond collection. Okay... let me find a nit to pic... thinking.... thinking... thinking... Nope... not a nit to this thing that will act like a vacuum on your time tugging it away from all sorts of alternatives. I'm thrilled that this is a series and I'm off to download... "Sleeping Dogs". I'm not hoping that Perry will top "Butcher's Boy", just take me along on another ride as intriguingly plotted, charactered, and revealed.
This thing does end, reeeeeeely. I know you won't believe me when you are twenty, thirty, one hundred hours in. And it feels like at least a hundred hours after the first fifty minutes. Konrath would like to be Chricton. And Chricton did write some things this mediocre. Maybe if I read something else, I'd like it. But I didn't start Chricton with a novel filled with characters shallow as a parking lot puddle. Or a plot contrived to string those characters together. So since I didn't start with a Chricton stinker, I kept reading him. Since I started with this Knorath stinker… well I won't read any more.
Fool me once….
There's an interesting but very tiny and inconsequential courtroom thing hidden inside of this interminable character study of a character that wasn't worth the study. And the level of detail… AAARGH! I really didn't care what the guy wore out of the house to a plot-useless meeting. If you like walking beaches for hours on grey days to find shells… Well, do that. This book will still bore. ZZZZZZ…..
End fell apart. Contrived? Uh-huh. Pity since the puzzle was intriguing, but I'm guessing that Rosen didn't have a solution so he kind of crammed one together. The trip to the end though is exciting and the characters are compelling. Can't recommend it though.
This is good stuff!
On the down side, Pessi breaks out in rashes of over-writing… She also suffers in one scene from I-Need-An-Editor flu. But… but… Hollywood tells us that there are only what, 8 different stories? Well, I have no idea into which I'd drop this imagination explosion… These characters are so magnetic… I cared about them. Enough that the torrent of what at first seemed like epilogues pulled me into an entirely different experience. Yep, kept expecting an ending but…
Let's step out of the review here and talk about something unique to audio books. Unlike a hardbound on your lap, you're never spontaneously aware of how much more is to come. That's a good thing if you want the author to own surprise. Sooo back to the review.
Chapters began to end the story… then abruptly Jake Webber announced another… and another and… And it works. I'm convinced that Pessi's brilliance blended with Weber's talent will forgive almost everything.
Steven King once wrote like this, but he'd depend upon the gross-out to snap him away from trouble. Pessi keeps portending, but she has another solution. Not to worry, no spoiler alert here… Just another satisfaction with her startlingly complex talent.
I hope that next time Pessi will sand down some histrionics, and maybe disobey the rules and tell us rather than show every detail. Won't matter though… I'll preorder whatever she does next. Pessi's a resonant new psychological thrill pilot.
Okay, a good mystery needs red herrings. But… they shouldn't decompose into a stink. In Full Dark House, a great big hunk of the plot is made of herring that's left out of the fridge too long. Then there's the deus ex machine ending and… two lead characters that dawdle and droop through twin historic lines… and the result? Well maybe BBC might make a 90 minute TV drama out of this just to use as a deal sweetener with America's PBS so they'll pay top dollar for some soap opera in bodice-busting, costume, period-piece, drag that insecure American upper middle class viewers seem to become besotted over…. And.. and…
Oh, thanks, I needed that. Simply put, pass on "Full Dark House". K?
Have you read "Digital Fortress" Dan Brown's clanky stew of improbabilities? Pity, you should have read, and still should read "The Fear Index". I'm an economist with a specialty in finance. And I wondered throughout this book if Harris sat behind me in class, taking better notes? Or maybe he was off studying the art market? Or maybe he spent those study years in cyber studies… or…
A number of authors have played with the general theme of "The Fear Index"… none better than Harris does here. And Christian Rodska is so superb that he'd surely win some sort of Academy Award for excellence in the audio genre if only one existed (Does it? Why not?).
I'm giving copies of "The Fear Index" to friends this Christmas. When you do that, you're reputation for picking thrillers is on the line. I'll walk that line ho-ho-ho-ing with Harris in my Santa bag.
Treat yourself, listen to this one.
Oh J.D., how dear is cop-mission to a lady-officer besotted with truth, dedication, goodness, and virtue? . How many times will you have her preach these dear things at us to separate a couple of gooey sex scenes kidnapped from treacly bodice-busters? "Treachery In Death" is a gaggle of speeches held together by a chicken-wire of police-procedure.
I never listened to J.D. Robb before this one came on sale. Nope, never will again. It's said that Robb is a pseudonym for a writer with a big-foot brand name. Whoa, there's a brand to avoid. As for Susan Ericksen… Is that the way she thinks men sound? Maybe she gets better when NOT acting out what bores like the cast on a secondary-school stage performing a "story" written by a team-assignment to a junior level English class. Oh, and there's a tediously predictable car-fight thrown in to make credibility go PHWANG! with the subtlety of a piano pushed from a balcony.
Nope, didn't like it. Should have been named, "Treacle In Death". No wonder it went into the Audible remainder bin.
I wish McKinty would stay in Ireland. This series has Michael Forsythe here in the U.S. and while still immersed in an ersatz Irish culture its exploration is not as compelling to me as his travels around 80s Belfast in "The Troubles Trilogy" nor his exploration of different Irish subcultures in "Falling Glass". McKinty is dark... a strength of his. However this Foresythe series pours more blood into, or tortures it out of, the darkness of this series' plotting. Sometimes less is more, and frequently... as in this series, more brutality is less impactful. I'm thinking of taking a rest from Michael Forsythe after this second in the series. Perhaps after some months my spirits will have healed much like Michael Forsythe's amazingly (and a tad unbelievably) resuscitative body.
Once again, Gerard Doyle's Irish-filled mouth zapped me into a sense of powerful place.
This is like a collection of short stories...Maybe even comic book stories. Each is interesting and they do hang together... And it's not really boring. But I kept expecting something greater than the sum of these parts would happen and less did. There are so many books to listen to and I'm a tad disappointed that I spent this much of it on "Strip".
Still it made my morning gym visits less uncomfortable and wasn't bad company during household chores. Not sure that's a great recommendation though. Plus there are brothers in this plot and Michael Kramer seemed stymied over how to make their tongues seem different enough to keep track. On the other hand they, like most of these characters, really weren't much deeper than comic book characters so, maybe he didn't care about them, so... neither did I.
On balance? Pass on this one. It's not a waste of time but....
In one of his best earlier (the sixth) Dave Robicheaux stories, “In the Electric Mist With Confederate Dead” James Lee Burke began to explore the thin line between spirituality and mysticism. In the process he created a new genre - the metaphysical cop story. Here in the eighth Robicheaux he revisits that idea. I’m glad. You will be too, especially if you’ve started the series from the beginning.
In fact, I’d recommend that you skip right over “Dixie City Jam,” Burke’s seventh and slowest novel and come from “Electric Mists” to “Burning Angel”. You’ll miss nothing in the epic evolution of Dave, Bootsey, Alafair, and Cleetus but you’ll get to enjoy Burke’s growing his ability to explore this lyrical new story arc.
Of the eight Burke novels, I still think that the first and that “Electric Mist” are the most haunting. But with the exception of “Dixie City Jam”, they are among the absolute finest work in American detective fiction … EVER! Uh-huh…. EVER! And as always,The late Mark Hammer’s lyrical talent to create this back-bayou Louisiana world is magical. If you enjoy detective/police/thriller/mystery fiction… the Dave Robicheaux series is a must start.
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