I have read every word the man has published (that I was able to find) and this one really got to me. When one reads Burke, the plot is nearly superfluous as he paints flawless dioramas of life, its beauty, its evil, its life-giving and its life-taking and many of the nuanced, indelible connections twix the two.
I used to think his ending were weak. But now I understand there are no 'endings', just pauses where one can reflect or suffer.
His brief description of withdrawal from drug/alcohol addiction was crystalline in its accuracy. My soul ached as I read it.
One of the few authors where it absolutely does not matter where in his bibliography you start. There are simply pauses in between.
It takes intense concentration for me to follow this narrator. He is likely very accurate in his depictions of the various regional accents, but at times I could barely follow the dialogue.
Also, the incessant revisiting of past incidents between the cop-characters consumes far too much of Rankin's books. This time, it went over the top for me and became so redundant it made me wince before giving up on the book. This element has been beaten to death by Rankin and I find it tiresome and distracting to the extreme.
Rankin is a talented writer and Rebus may have run out his usefulness as the lead. I am afraid the Siobhan Clarke character lacks the gravitas to carry a series. Ian, look elsewhere for a new protagonist. Your wonderful writing needs a new field to plow!
Michael Robotham can just plain write. His character vibrate with plausibility as the work their way into credibility and resonance with the reader. Flawed but tenacious as a terrier, DI Lewis will not cease his journey for justice no matter how formidable the resistance or nagging his occasional self-doubt. The tension in this plot was particularly meaningful to me as I once suffered Temporary Global Amnesia and could relate to this scary predicament. Dauntless, though fired, publicly shamed and admonished, he, with his pal Joe, unravel this tightly woven suspense filled story with the grace of a Maestro.
I rarely give 5 stars and felt I had run out of quality writers in this genre. Robotham is a winner!
This is an old story told by an average writer, then poorly edited. It is redundant, repetitive, exhibits poor character development and clumsy plot organization, and cliched.
Jussi can certainly turn a phrase and his translator did an excellent job of smoothing the idiosyncratic differences of grammar and language. If this is not accomplished in a manner that not only translates the words while at the same time keeping the timing and rhythm of the narrative in tact, all is easily lost.
The quirky cast has taken on more charm and gravitas in this new tale and my attendant affection for the folks at Department Q has grown immensely. Assad in particular has become a major enigma himself as his mysterious past seeps into the spotlight. Rose and her poly-personality have lent yet another level of colorful insight to the chase.
Neo-nazism, as horrific as it is, was handled well in this context as seeds of it's murky, murderous sadism still may creep into porous, at times naïve, democracies by way of sketchy intellects endeavoring to place themselves as superior to the misfortunate victims of its subliminal presence in modern societies.
More from "Q", Jussi and Bravo!!
Aliens using human hosts is not a new idea. The visible, unmitigated violence seems to somehow be ignored by all but the lone, mousey female scientist that suddenly becomes an unstoppable force in the nick of time to save the planet.
There, now that just saved you all 11 hours of time better spent on new ideas, cleverly portrayed. This book is fine if you're a freshly pubescent male, not so sure about the rest of us.
With friend/fugitive Nate sidelined for nearly the entire story, Joe had to grin and bear it through this interesting tale of corruption in an US Government Agency, murder, and persecution setting the scene for a manhunt that includes even Joe's archenemy, the ex-sherriff.
Joe is pushed to his seemingly bottomless limit of patience, but preservers against tremendous, some might say 'overdone', odds to emerge unemployed but victorious. Box writes cluttered novels that stretch plausibility, but entertain very well.
I often feel like I am running out of quality authors in the mystery genre, but Box has made the cut as I near the end of this series quite satisfied.
note: Publisher's Note is full of discrepancies and errors. Don't they proof-read their own stuff? Seriously embarrassing!
Protagonist is so amoral and insensible and as he very rarely is moved by anything other than murder and the tactics related thereto, he becomes more than a little boring. Conditioned to believe that no matter how inescapable his current dilemma, the reader knows he will indeed escape, the books are missing a major element or contingency that make continuing palatable.
He needs a (near) fatal flaw.
Consistency, Continuity, Talent with Voices.
When signing a narrator for a series, the author or his agent should actually listen to the candidates. Folks that read series become accustomed to the narrator's interpretation of the work and changing mid-stream in this occasionally engaging story line simply ruined it for me. Mr. Schiner is particularly bad at simulating female voices and this alone left me nonplussed and a bit angry, two emotions that most authors would rather avoid.
Shame on you, Krueger! This series is a bit thin and ponderous to begin with and this faux pas may spell an early end to my Cork O'Connor patronage.
Re: John Corey Series
DeMilIe, like all new (to me) authors, was read chronologically. The formula is identical in all these ponderous tales, with three or four climaxes along the way. The finale is usually anti-climactic and relatively weak relative to the gore and terror along the way. The demeanor and moral emptiness of Corey is revealed in Wildfire, where our 'hero' nearly succumbs to his primeval reality and allows that perhaps this end does justify this means. The sub-context of his work is that unless the Muslim world is annihilated, it is just a matter of time before nuclear war is delivered to our door by these madmen.
Huge sections of these books are interchangeable with similar parts of the others. They drone on and on with Corey defying the clueless machinations of the FBI and the sinister CIA. If you do not believe that we are helplessly fumbling our way toward global Armageddon, then these books are not for you.
Meanwhile DeMille rakes in millions by simply asking, "what if?". Are these books a call to arms to the violent, lunatic fringe? They may well be. DeMille's self-serving arrogance takes a grain of truth all the way to the bank.
This tome haas Virgil at his best, the hormonal sleuth fights off the babes as he fights crime in this caper with not only international intrigue, his is tossed into the world's hottest frying pan. Don't want to throw too much out there, but Sanford may rile some feathers with the light hearted touch he lays on terrorism and terrorists.
This plot has a new, higher levels of deception and machination that will have some comparing him to James Bond (with a fishing rod rather than a Beretta)!
Thoroughly enjoyed this romp!
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