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If you enjoyed Myron Bolitar, stay way away from this drivel. I'm guessing someone decided to take the Bolitar franchise to the children. Children who can read this aren't this stooooopid! Nick Podehl has the perfect voice for young characters. But this ensemble is simply less believable than a Castle TV show, and more contrived. You want to believe in international conspiracies that just happen to ooze from a haunted house down the street? One that gathers players from the local tattooist through NAZI survivors and the steamy jungles of the high exotic mountains? Want to believe in superboy? In every cliche ever crammed into 50s comic? Hey... this is your book. Problem is it is too young for its intended audience of middle schoolers and too insulting to their imaginations much less intelligence.
Who was the audience that whoever wrote this had in mind? I say whoever-wrote-this because I cannot... WILL NOT believe it was Harlan Coben. He is a gifted writer, and this was turned out on some kind of assembly line by robots who screwed in the different pieces as it went from station to station.
Just stay away... but do look for Nick Podehl again... He deserves to survive this mess.
I just listened to Patrick Lawlor narrate, L.J. Seller's novel named "Wrongful Death". Which Audible/Amazon's computers have confused and mixed with reviews of Dan John Miller's read of Robert Dugoni's book entitled, "Wrongful Death". So this is a review of Seller's novel about a cop murdered outside of a homeless settlement. It's a police procedural that's just OK.
There are some interesting twists, but Seller's is interested in dramatizing alleged harassment of America's homeless by police. He's also very uncomfortable with social drinking as a gateway to alcoholism. Oh, and he's uncritical of the political correctness movement in general. Now each of these can make for interesting cultural tension and riveting plot while paying off the larger narrative.
Unfortunately Seller's narrative wags the dog of plot producing predictable results. And Patrick Lawlor's flat reading doesn't help much to add tension to the various (and not particularly interesting) sub plots designed to either develop unnecessary character depth or pad out what really is a short murder mystery..
OK, the book was a kind of elevator music while I did chores, and kept me listening until the end. But I wish I'd invested this credit more wisely.
Wealth is a heat seeking missile.
Once again, Patterson and Karp cranked up the heat. Look, start this series at the beginning with NYPD/RED, then NYPD/RED2 before kicking up the volume on this installment. The relationship between Detectives Zack Gordon and Kylie MacDonald deserve to get savored from the start.
Except for that old… "The rich are different from you and me because they can afford to be" theme, there're are no cosmic issues here, no tours through the human psych, no complex internal monologues and dark introspection. Nope… These are forgettable fun police procedurals written by two gordo commercial artists at the peak of their powers.
There ain't nothin' NOT to like here if one of the reasons you read thrillers is to turn off the world for a time and let craftsmen (including the brilliant Edoardo Ballerini) entertain you.
Recommendation… Get it, listen, then pre-order the next installment of NYPD/RED. It's my fave series du jure.
My score so far… 15 stars for each book X 3 = 45 stars. Whoa!
It's Bertrand's thesis that the Huston Police Department's a dysfunctional family. Oh, and that Roland March, his lead character, has a dysfunctional family. And that the society around him is, well, dysfunctional. March's life is a schizzo's irritating dreamworld. Mrch is essentially without emotional support from anyone. And yet…
Bertrand is a powerfully strong writer. The characters are deeper than saucepan grease, and get heated sufficiently to sizzle the story into your appetite to keep on listening. Still, it's such a cliché to include the detective's bosses among a book's heavies. It'd be nice to read a procedural novel today where the team supported one another.
MAJOR ALERT… This is Part Two of an epic novel which Bertrand started in "Back In Murder" a book I enjoyed. But, this plot is so dependent upon the earlier novel that YOU MUST READ IT FIRST, and perhaps review it before starting "Pattern Of Wounds". I'm a busy guy and frankly the dependence of this book upon that one really reduced my enjoyment since, well, I didn't want to work so hard to review all of the characters and details to follow this one.
So, on balance, I may buy another Bertrand book. But if he waits too long to write the next Roland March novel, I'll probably pass… I know that I'll forget too much of the plot to make the next in this series accessible.
Mel Foster did an OK job, but once again, the list of characters is sufficiently large that Foster had difficulty keeping their voices sufficiently distinct.
Okay, "Ritual Bath" did not blow my socks off. But they're rolled down some. Enough that I want to read how the relationship between Rina Lazarus and Peter Decker grows. Kellerman gives Mitchell Greenberg a lot to work with yet he does it good, keeping the large cast of characters well defined throughout.
And this – is– a relationship novel with the chemistry between the leads a flirty magnet to readers who enjoy this sort of adventure. Frankly I don't know how Rina will become part of these continuing adventures… and that mystery's got me intrigued enough to get "Sacred & Profane", the next in this series, just to find out.
Revealing my problem with this story will trigger a spoiler alert. Yep, it's near to the ending and leaves the rest, and even the buildup, frustrating as if you bit into a Hostess Twinkie, that lacked inner icing.
John Lee's indeterminate continental accent adds a veneer of sophistication to Silva's work, but as I've just written, perhaps the story leaves Lee's efforts sounding a tad pretentious.
Still, Silva stuck in a low gear is better than a lot of others who's plotting might be better tuned, but rarely purr with (in this case) Swiss engineering that Silva can bring to the page. I'll get another one of this guy's books, and if you already enjoy him… Hey, you ought'a get another one too - Instead of the "English Assassin".
I had to skip hunks of this story, and crank my iPod to 2X for a lot of the second half.
Iles, who I usually REEEEELY enjoy is a powerful writer, which is why I plowed through to the end of "turning Angel". Unfortunately he's determined here to justify intimacies between middle aged men and high school girls… justify by showing not telling.
Pity, especially since Dick Hill's such a masterful actor that he adds power to Ilies detailed scenes of one couple's graphic experimenting while the other two are voyeuristically immersed in moist details of the other's May/December couplings. It reminds me if the ingenue who explained that her on-screen sexcapades were, of course, fully justified by the plot.
I'm crushed. Until "Turning Angel" Greg Iles was one of my favorite authors. I'm going to VERY carefully read reviews before purchasing another of his novels.
You know when you're caning it through twisties on a high end bike and how you're tucked into that way-lean... Left. Then right... Then back... Forth... And you grab a handful of throttle and you're so on the rails you almost giggle?
Okay, maybe neither of us has done that, but... but... That's the feeling Lou Berney blows in your face from Gutshot Straight. So many twists yet this guy makes them all feel so perfectly designed and the ride so tightly engineered that... Whoa!
Was the ending improbable? Which one? OK, let me try a different metaphor. Imagine a heavy metal rift and the final chord that resolves ... That sucker never comes... Just another explosion of finger popping mega-watts.... Think Ratt! Or think Shake Buchon and the bomb-shell Gina... And, well I can't wait to read the next in this series... Both for the rifts... or the twists... Or maybe a resolution.
Know what? I hope it doesn't come... Um, I think I hope that... Or maybe I just want to lean into twists, and feel the axe-man-Berney blow his stuff through my hair.
Oh, the front man here... Edoardo Ballerini? Yeah, he rocks like that high end hog leaning into a....
Haven't read one of these stories since Sunday school. OK, this is a fictional saint, but then again, most hagiographs are probably as fictional as this one. So Gruber's made one up that's as fit into our modern moment as the writers of the early Christian era fit their stories into their moments. How'd he do that? Well that's what makes this an unusual book. Any more description will kill this complex story's mystery.
And like every hagiograph... There have to be miracles, and blood, and martyrs, and bad... bad... satanically baaaad villains. They're all here. Oh, and there's a murder along with detectives and sex.
And had I known this was going to be a hagiography, I'd not have bought it. But, it was weirdly interesting particularly since Gruber's a terrific writer and Forbes and Davis are pros. And of course it all comes together in the end because, well... God works in mysterious ways :-)
Jake Fisher, is the dumbest man in mysteries. Odd, since we're to believe he's a tenured (?) PhD professor in a New England College that's at least as prestigious as Williams. Oh, and he's surrounded by equally idiotic decision makers.
Have you seen the TV ad where kids escaping a horror villain hide behind the power saws? Yeah? Well their decision making is light years ahead of those which Jake Fisher keeps repeating throughout this perplexing plot. Was this early Coben? The authorusually stops short of asking readers to accept that a guy with all of these "smart-credentials" can be dumber than a drunk monkey.
You know the way a magician tries to distract with his left hand so you won't notice what his right's up to? Well maybe the frazzle headed oafishness of Jake Fisher was meant to distract me into ignoring the torrent of coincidences Coben demanded I accept to make the plot sensible. No way that could happen.
Scott Brick gives a less-than-over-the-top reading this time which makes it one of his best that I've heard.
Can't recommend Six Years, hope it hasn't turned me off on Coben.
Mark Bertrand teases. He reveals Roland March slowly, using foreshadowing much like a potter might use his fingers. For a time I thought I'd missed an earlier book in this series since the plot seemed to feed upon facts not in evidence. And yet, much like a morning mist dissolves, things clarified and somewhere deep inside I muttered, "Of course".
"Back On Murder's" worth the time and I'll buy more of Roland March's adventures. Look forward to them. Oh, Mel Foster's OK, but he faced a particular challenge with the book.
There are too many characters with useful speaking parts in this story. I wish Bertrand had cut away at the supporting ensemble. Unlike a print version, it's hard to go back and recall who each character might be, hence the reader/actor has to create a uniquely differentiated ensemble. Foster does it OK, but perhaps it's not his fault that I can't say, "He done it reeeeely good." Y'know?
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