Tempe, AZ, United States | Member Since 2006
This is some of the most self-indulgent prose I've seen (heard) in a while. He has the elements of a good story buried in the whiney narration. Because of the self-conscious feel, it seems like it was written by the Lit. professor rather than the attorney.
This yarn fairly bristles with hooks and dragged me along kicking and screaming by the time I had finished this book. And still had to go on to read the next 4. I want to go and throttle G. R.R.Martin for killing off his best characters, while the worst thrive; that's too much like real life, not fiction.
Dotrice's characterizations are nothing short of phenomenal, but it must be allowed that Martin's narrative skills of description, setting and tone are themselves top notch. Martin's inventiveness is terrific.
So although these novels have been very frustrating for me, I am eagerly awaiting the next one: after all, in for a penny, in for a pound!
The greatest stories ever told by the worst narrator in the world. The man could lull a hungry cobra to sleep.
How is the world going to survive with the impulsive love-sick idiot Verlaine leading the angelologists? The most rash hero since Achilles; he makes psoriasis look healthy. Every other character in the book is interesting; I want to kick him. Is Ms. Trussoni in love with his original like some Pygmalion? It's hard to figure, because he basically drags the book from a strong 3 - 4 star to a 2.
This is an only in New York City story; with the press of pre-WWI immigration from the Middle-East and Eastern Europe could two such unlikely beings, who are only human in form, meet.
The imaginative sparks this meeting and Ms. Wecker's plot(s) sets off, and the tremendous cast of characters, keeps this deep and richly textured novel, with Mr. Guidall's always wonderful narration, marvelously entertaining.
One star off; I would have tightened it up quite a bit if I had been the editor.
This book disturbed my sleep. Monsteriferous bloodbaths, I've found, are not my thing. That is all this book is. Correia's other series had some redeeming features, the alternate present, better characters, but this - oy.
The story of how the US let itself and its African-American people down after Reconstruction and Emancipation is more nasty and bitter than the Civil War itself. All the Civil War ended up doing was preventing the spread of slavery to the new territories and states. Once the US Army left, the racist White Supremacist southerners found clever new ways of re-instituting their hateful practice of getting cheap labor, and their sadistic jollies at the same time.
I am conservative as they come, but if anybody tells you that Affirmative Action or Reparations are wrong, I will hereafter reply that they are a blunt instrument, but not half so blunt as those which beat upon the backs of the Grandfathers, and Great-Grandfathers of my African-American fellows.
Having the FBI as the antagonist in a Reacher novel gives us a very un-concrete un-villainous villain. Not one that inspires passionate hatred in Reacher. Although Mr. Child, being a Brit may see these agencies as being the ultimate 'dark side'. I'll have to wait and see.
Dick Hill brings his great gifts to a story without much momentum, and tries his level best to give it some of the old Reacher swagger, but I think the material fails him. There is only so much narration can do.
Others have thought that Lee Child's gifts may be dwindling, I ( hope) and say, nay, nay, in the last two novels he has had these U.S. governmental villains. He's done such great work before, with such believable villains. But if this is all we get in the next ones; it's so long Reacher, it's been really nice hanging out with you.
The concept of psychotherapy for these hard-asses is very funny. The fact that it is a woman psychotherapist who self confidently believes that her analytic style just might yield better results than the practitioners of violence, and certainly without so much collateral damage adds to the tension. And then you have the sexual tension. Dr. Snow is not embarrassed to use all the tools at her disposal to straighten out these psycho-killers.
By the end she's only straightened out one thing on each. . .this was an entertaining listen; but don't make this your one credit for the month. It disappeared on a puff of wind.
If you are into hunting down killers who have offered the reader/listener really vile and despicable descriptions of gruesome slasher scenes you might like this. Truly repugnant.
David Corbett had the plot elements of both an Elmore Leonard caper novel and an Oprah book club weeper. He couldn't decide which one he was going to write, and the book doesn't work either way. Instead he gives us throw away political correctness of the Northern California school and turns "The Devil's Redhead" herself into helpless trailer trash.
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