tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86897731467127640222024-03-14T02:40:21.260-04:00This Week's BookMy review of a good (or not so good) new (or not so new) book I've read recently.Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.comBlogger166125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-60880268959989746242023-11-12T11:03:00.002-05:002023-11-13T06:56:09.831-05:00Second Verse, Same as the First: Adam Kinzinger, Renegade<h1 style="text-align: center;"><i>Renegade</i> - Adam Kinzinger</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKH9m-41dqlEU2GGKabJ0ijCILJrfIs1_xwijOWAikWW8r-zmrc-kI4n1jucI8dNOk-zeNHT-JiJ0qNXSuEYZFxq4cX_Nz-vavJ3GCfKaw7RUbcs5amtxc7sVDiwLTM4aLj5RDvD5KZZbp_FOM6axVBGza8bAKGYhaqXbvHGXylYgTgcy_1MChiSFKhB9/s83/4.5_big_stars.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="15" data-original-width="83" height="15" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKH9m-41dqlEU2GGKabJ0ijCILJrfIs1_xwijOWAikWW8r-zmrc-kI4n1jucI8dNOk-zeNHT-JiJ0qNXSuEYZFxq4cX_Nz-vavJ3GCfKaw7RUbcs5amtxc7sVDiwLTM4aLj5RDvD5KZZbp_FOM6axVBGza8bAKGYhaqXbvHGXylYgTgcy_1MChiSFKhB9/s1600/4.5_big_stars.gif" width="83" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhra1KiXSdt4lvvDYV9lk72WpXeiNNs1tqI97HcCy-vlPNFjthV-cb2e1SL3t902AV1nCpJiC46LiuecakQeiYE6PjynPb3tbV8IkHc3v0EEKWdRLxQMDyPVZobqmuKhssgJsEKKi490ZI3kDS-maZJrTjME13tHIzTMpDxVbIDda7Mixc7R1yiSxChvrI9/s425/61JsyycGoHL._SY425_.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="281" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhra1KiXSdt4lvvDYV9lk72WpXeiNNs1tqI97HcCy-vlPNFjthV-cb2e1SL3t902AV1nCpJiC46LiuecakQeiYE6PjynPb3tbV8IkHc3v0EEKWdRLxQMDyPVZobqmuKhssgJsEKKi490ZI3kDS-maZJrTjME13tHIzTMpDxVbIDda7Mixc7R1yiSxChvrI9/s320/61JsyycGoHL._SY425_.jpg" width="212" /></a></div>Way back in 2005, Christine Todd Whitman (once the moderate Republican governor of New Jersey and Bush II’s first head of the EPA) wrote the book <i><a href="https://amzn.to/4781YF2" target="_blank">It’s My Party, Too</a></i>. No, it wasn’t a shout-out to <a href="https://amzn.to/3QAK0nB" target="_blank">Lesley Gore</a>; it was Whitman bemoaning the cooptation of the Republican party by its “<i>social fundamentalist wing</i>.” The more things change, the more they stay the same: in 2023, Whitman’s complaint is echoed by none other than Adam Kinzinger, retired Republican Representative from Illinois who is reviled by the modern version of that wing, MAGA Trumpists, for having the temerity to vote to impeach their… their… whatever he is: god, oracle, führer... </div><div><br /></div><div>In case you’ve been asleep for the past two-plus years, Kinzinger (along with Wyoming's Liz Cheney) was one of two Republicans who served on the House committee investigating the events of January 6, 2021. He’s a small-town boy from Bloomington, Illinois; a decorated veteran who served in Iraq as an Air Force pilot; and a six-term congressman from his home state. His background is that of a life-long conservative with a fundamentalist Christian upbringing. And, like Whitman before him, Kinzinger is aghast at the cult of personality that has taken over the party to which he has devoted the past thirty years of his life.</div>
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<div>In <b><i><a href="https://amzn.to/3QVDLMj" target="_blank">Renegade </a></i></b>(subtitled <i>Defending Democracy and Liberty in Our Divided Country</i>), Kinzinger and co-author <a href="https://amzn.to/3FTLLXM" target="_blank">Michael D’Antonio</a> detail his upbringing, his military career, and his years in Congress. It’s never a secret that the former congressman is steadfastly conservative in the so-called “establishment” sense: pro-business, anti-tax, anti-regulation, pro-military. You can’t read this book and claim that Kinzinger particularly likes Nancy Pelosi or, for that matter, west-coast (or east-coast) liberals. He spends plenty of page space bemoaning how the coastal “elite” make fun of “flyover country” (as an aside, I grew up in a far smaller town than Kinzinger one state away, and I don’t feel like the coastal elite do that).</div><div><br /></div><div>Kinzinger served in Congress under the speakerships of <a href="https://amzn.to/3MEBdQk" target="_blank">John Boehner</a> (initially misidentified as a representative from Indiana) and <a href="https://amzn.to/479pPUM" target="_blank">Paul Ryan</a>, representatives he lauded as both intelligent and pragmatic. He was less kind to Kevin McCarthy, who he considers the political equivalent of a weathervane; pointing in whatever direction is best for his career. Come to think of it, Kinzinger holds little but scorn for those politicians who value re-election over principle. </div><div><br /></div>
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<div>Most of all, however, Kinzinger has nothing but contempt for the man he considers the most dangerous person ever to hold office in the United States. No, not Jim Jordan or Matt Gaetz, not the woman in the white coat or the high-school dropout from Colorado. It's Donald John Trump, who with his sycophants and acolytes, nearly overthrew a government after more than 230 years of peace. The leader of a ragtag band of “<i>marauders… ignorant of current events, American history, and the Constitution, yet full of righteousness</i>” will receive no respect from Kinzinger. </div><div><br /></div><div>Will what the former congressman has to say change anything? It’s doubtful; for those who swallow <a href="https://amzn.to/46a07OK" target="_blank">QAnon </a>are and will remain unlikely to listen. They’re the cult members who, when they learn that Kinzinger has written this book, write one-star reviews at “the river” calling it fantasy or satire. As <a href="https://amzn.to/3SBpqWA" target="_blank">Kinzinger himself concludes</a>, the tyranny of the minority is here for at least the next six years. One can only hope it will die with time. But I’m not holding my breath.</div>
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Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-24950610237661958142023-08-20T07:35:00.002-04:002023-11-12T11:03:21.010-05:00The Brothers K: The Best Novel You've Never Read<h1 style="text-align: center;"><i>The Brothers K</i> - David James Duncan</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPbYUwuCJp4KhYe_rGYDceo_9O_wIIT02cOxoEr1xiDeANZG1F32uHSnYol0rrs25Fyj6br_j63xu7chGcCGLCBkuZKTt41AQx7MV2JzEjw54WsFIBhJYJGbrn7Qyo2K0-h5dTNQ7p3ufIBjjdB23xfmyEKaoDrSIjL_PbvDbhkSl-UvXENsdILob8U7T/s83/5_big_stars.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="15" data-original-width="83" height="15" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLPbYUwuCJp4KhYe_rGYDceo_9O_wIIT02cOxoEr1xiDeANZG1F32uHSnYol0rrs25Fyj6br_j63xu7chGcCGLCBkuZKTt41AQx7MV2JzEjw54WsFIBhJYJGbrn7Qyo2K0-h5dTNQ7p3ufIBjjdB23xfmyEKaoDrSIjL_PbvDbhkSl-UvXENsdILob8U7T/s1600/5_big_stars.gif" width="83" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: red;"><i>
Author's note: republished to celebrate the 2023 release of David James Duncan's first novel in more than two decades, <a href="https://amzn.to/3YFaEzh" target="_blank">Sun House</a>.</i></span><div><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">It's a fairy tale. It has no sleeping princess, no handsome prince, no troll under a bridge, no voracious and avaricious giant.</div><div><br /></div><div>Or perhaps it does.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's a story of the Chance family - a father, a mother, four sons and two daughters - and how they all grew up (even the parents) during the turbulent 60s. It's a story of the strength of love; a fable about the force of faith; a parable of the power of one's dreams. But most of all, it's a saga of the strength of the ties that bind a family.</div><div><br /></div><div>And, yes, it <i>is </i>a story about baseball.<span><a name='more'></a></span></div>
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<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The Lineup</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Leading off and playing second base, <b>Beatrice "Bet" Chance</b>. Bet's a lifetime .275 hitter, a devout Seventh-Day Adventist and a former Famous Scientist.</div><div><br /></div><div>Batting second and playing shortstop, <b>Winifred "Freddy" Chance.</b> Freddy, Bet's identical twin sister (and therefore tied for youngest in the family), is also a former Famous Scientist, although unlike her sister she's let her SDA membership lapse.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the third slot, center-fielder <b>Peter Chance</b>. Just returned from a sabbatical season spent praying for the Katmandu Gurus, Peter – the Chance family's most gifted athlete – is on course to bat .412 this year.</div><div><br /></div><div>Batting cleanup, the gentle giant, left-fielder <b>Irwin "Winnie" Chance</b>. Winnie not only leads the league in HRs, but he also has 169 career stolen hearts; a combination of strength and grace rarely seen in this game. He's also the most devout Christian (except, perhaps, his mother) in the family.</div><div><br /></div><div>At the heart of the lineup, the diamond, and the Chance family; the pitcher: <b>Hugh "Papa Toe" Chance</b>. Hugh's held this team (and this family) together through sheer grit and determination; with just a little help from a surgically-modified pitching hand.</div><div><br /></div><div>Batting sixth and playing first base, the narrator: <b>Kincaid "Kade" Chance</b>. Kade, the youngest son, is content to sit in the background and learn from the mistakes of his three older brothers.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the seventh position, third baseman <b>Laura "Mama" Chance</b>: matriarch, fanatic Seventh-Day Adventist, logistics whiz, family gadfly; her stone fingers leave a gaping hole on the left side of the infield but never a hole in the hearts of her family.</div><div><br /></div><div>Batting eighth and catching, <b>Everett Chance</b>. The number one son, Everett's spent the 1960s working on his college radical credentials, letting his BA to slip to .267.</div><div><br /></div><div>Batting last and playing right field, <b>Marion Becker "Grandawma" Chance</b>. Mother to Hugh, grandmother to the Chance children, atheist, and ever a thorn in her daughter-in-law's faith. Grandawma is founder and chief advisor of the Famous Scientists.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The plot</b></div>
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<div>David James Duncan, known to most as the metaphysical fly fishing guru of <i><a href="https://amzn.to/47FULMX" target="_blank">The River Why</a></i>, created in the Chances a family that bears all the dysfunctional scars of reality: sibling squabbles, a mother's love, parental battles, a father's strength, jealousy, inseparable fraternity, fear and loathing, love and tenderness. Duncan created a family that is rooted in the bedrock of shared DNA and common history, a family so strongly grounded that even the most fearsome events could not reach all the way to the core of their peculiar clan. On the surface, this family should never have survived: the itinerant baseball-player father inherits his mother's atheism, while the mother blindly wraps herself in the trappings of her church. Such dire dichotomy of dogma should have doomed this family, and yet they survive.</div><div><br /></div>
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<div>The six Chance children grow up in a house full of both love and strife; where Mama's deep religious convictions more often serve to divide her family into opposing factions than to unite them. Papa's baseball career survives a seven-year hiatus caused by an injury that would have ended a lesser man's hopes of ever playing ball again. Papa's mother dies. The boys grow up and go off to college and then go their own ways: one to the east, one to the west, one to the north, one to the south. The twins stay home.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then all hell breaks loose, and this scattered family must unite to face a crisis more dire than any they had ever imagined. And face it they do, but at a terrible cost.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The Cliche</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>It's not cliché, it's true: I did laugh, I did cry, I did reach for the hand of a loved one... as would you, whether you're a baseball fan or not.</div><div><br /></div><div>I laughed because David James Duncan displays a bottomless well of humor and a talent for on-target (and at times withering) descriptive prose. Take for instance his word portrait of G. Q. "The Junkman" Durham, a Chance family friend:</div><div><br /></div><div><i><blockquote>The Bull's real name was Gale Q. Durham. What the Q. stood for was anybody's guess, but what the Bull stood for was definitely not the man's size, strength, or brand of tobacco, but his manner of "employing the King's & various lesser types of English." ...the mighty Bull was a bald-headed, tub-gutted hypoglycemic stroke victim who stood all of 5'9" ... weighed a doughy 199, grew winded when forced to rise from a chair or box seat, and needed bifocals if not binoculars to read the labels on his beer bottles, let alone to size up any sort of baseball prospect. The Bull sported one kidney, two small but patriotic eyes (red, white and blue), anywhere from two to five chins depending on whether he was watching gounders or pop-ups, and a pair of indelible mouth-corner tobacco stains that made him look like a puppet with its jaws hung on hinges.</blockquote></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Can you not just see The Bull peering myopically out of the page, his brown and snaggled teeth arrayed in ever so slight a grin?</div><div><br /></div><div>Duncan's always slightly cockeyed view of the world is a consistent source of humor: I remember howling with laughter the first time I read of "centrifuging flickers" (A Famous Scientist experiment) – and every chapter has some little nugget of Duncan's wry humor imbedded, on subjects as far-ranging as child-rearing, flatulent goats, and the meaning of life as viewed by an Indian cricket fan.</div><div><br /></div><div>I cried because of Duncan's sad (albeit hilarious) handling of the death of Grandawma, Hugh's mother; a death made no less noble by its circumstances:</div><div><br /></div><div></div><blockquote><div><i>First she looked up at the ceiling and said, "Oh!"</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>It was her last word. She said it softly, but with such hushed enthusiasm, perhaps even delight, that the twins immediately looked up at the ceiling too. But there was nothing there but plaster.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Next Grandawma closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and slowly began to bow her head -- another thing they'd never seen her so. Bet said later, with a somewhat wooden air of piousness, that it looked as though she'd been bowing her head to pray. But Freddy said not. Freddy said she bowed so slowly that it was more like an OSMI exhibit they'd once seen on the laws of kinetics. To me this seems the likelier explanation, since when the center of gravity passed the meridian the bowing head became a falling head that didn't slow or alter course till Grandawma's brow smacked the front rim of her cereal bowl, the milk and oatmeal splashed onto her neat gray bun, and the bowl stayed balanced, like a little cap, right there on top of her head. The twins gaped at her, saying nothing. Grandawma gaped down at the floor, also saying nothing. Her arms were folded neatly in her lap; her rambunctious old mouth was closed; except for the food on the floor and the bowl on her head, her comportment was perfect...</i></div></blockquote><div>And last, I reached for the hand of a loved one. A few weeks ago, I blew a chance to share this passage with the Epinions community when I misread the purpose of a "famous one-liners" write-off. Had I been more aware (and more ready), this would have been my entry; and the last sentence of this passage would have been my one line:</div><div><br /></div><div><i></i></div><blockquote><div><i>[When Everett] said nothing, she gave him back his own rhetorical "I'll tell you where" and added: "Back to your imaginary revolution. And to your next . . . girlfriend or groupie or whatever you call your rotation of female admirers. Which just ain't my style. So I'll see you around, OK?"</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>That pretty well did it. Nothing left on the sidewalk beside her but a mute, half-blind, Everett-shaped pile of dry rot awaiting a dustpan. Which is why he didn't even see the lips coming as they reached right in through the brownness and bequeathed him a kiss which, for all its fleetingness and all his experience, he swears was his very first.</i></div><div></div></blockquote><div>Been there, done that. You?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The trolls under the bridge</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>No coming-of-age novel about the 1960s can escape the awful reality of Vietnam and what that distant war did to our country and – on a more personal scale – our families. The Chance family suffered mightily; four draft-age sons produced a Canada-bound draft dodger, a 4-F failed inductee, and a long-term student deferment. The fourth son – devout Christian and ideal candidate for conscientious objector status – was blindsided by hatred: ogre number one was a self-serving "man of God" who was more interested in revenge than that peace that passeth understanding. The Chance son (as always) took his lot in stride and went off to serve in that "dirty little war," only to find that he would rather live his faith than follow orders. Ogre number two came along at that very moment to recapitulate the quintessence of <i><a href="https://amzn.to/3E4Og8W" target="_blank">Catch-22</a>:</i> Chance was crazy because he was religious, and he was religious because he was crazy; and so the US Government (in the person of an Army psychiatrist) deemed it necessary to excise the young man's demons with sedatives and electroshock "therapy."</div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing less than these events could reunite the scattered brothers; their sisters, and their parents.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The end</b></div>
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<div>Through 600-plus pages we live with the Chance family. From Kade's narrative and the journals, letters, and other writings of his siblings, we learn how the vastly different personalities of mother and father served to shape the characters of their children. We see the scars of the fanaticism of the parents: Mama's religion, Papa's undying dream to play baseball; all visited on their children. We watch the family spread to the four winds in disarray, only to reunite in time of crisis. We see the horror of war, both on the battlefield and in the thousand little ways it effects those left behind. We see their love, anger, fear, sorrow, weakness, strength, joy...</div><div><br /></div><div>And through it all runs a single thread; the thread of family.</div>
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<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The Bottom Line</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b>Pros</b>: Brilliant and funny depiction of a classic American family</div><div><b>Cons</b>: sometimes a little over-metaphysical</div><div><b>Summary</b>: Duncan weaves baseball, fraternity, religion, love, and the excesses of the 1960s into one of the finest family histories in American literature.</div></div><div><br /></div>
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</div>Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-15037376245823785562023-04-03T16:24:00.008-04:002023-08-20T11:17:24.956-04:00Would You Turn Your Back on this Librarian?<h1 style="text-align: center;"><i>How Can I Help You</i> - Laura Sims</h1>
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<div><b>There’s Margo, who used to be Jane</b>, a librarian who used to be a nurse, living in a small midwestern town instead of the Northeast (where authorities are still looking for her). Jane was a wonderful nurse who helped a lot of people… into eternity, we gather. And then there’s Patricia, the bored research librarian who’d rather be writing the great American novel than cooling her heels in some downstate farm town. To that end, she has a half-written novel stashed in a drawer.</div>
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<div>Margo’s well-ordered life hits the skids, however, when Patricia shows up in her library to fill the long-vacant research librarian slot; skids greased by the unexpected death of a patron in Margo’s arms. Watching the life leave the woman’s body awakens a longing in the one-time angel of mercy; an awakening to which the new hire is an unwitting witness. After that event, Patricia finds herself fascinated by her coworker, so much so that she discards her unfinished novel in favor of a character study of the unnamed “M.”</div><div><br /></div>
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<div>Thus begins a cat-and-mouse game as the two women maneuver cautiously around each other. Patricia spends her days plotting a new novel featuring “M” even as Margo sheds her librarian persona and reverts to Jane under her watchful eye. It’s only a matter of time…</div>
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<div>I guess I liked it after all. But I still wouldn't want to meet either Margo or Patricia in a dark alley...</div>
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</div>Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-131140352633891412022-12-25T14:27:00.006-05:002023-04-03T16:27:51.694-04:00Please Tell Me This Isn't the Last Orphan!<h1 style="text-align: center;"><i>The Last Orphan</i> - Greg Hurwitz
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<td>It’s not normal for Evan Smoak, otherwise known as <a href="https://amzn.to/3WpT93N" target="_blank">Orphan X</a>, to find himself shackled to a bench in a prisoner transport. Truth be told, it took a large, well-coordinated, and very well-trained team of America’s finest to land him in this predicament. In fact, the only way that even worked is that X’s only chance to slip the trap would have been to gun down an innocent FBI agent… and he doesn’t do that to innocent people. That’s how he ended up talking to the person who put the whole capture operation in motion, Victoria Donahue-Carr. You’d think the POTUS would be more grateful, given that X is essentially the only reason she’s sitting in the oval office.<span><a name='more'></a></span></td>
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<div>But no, the Prez wants to make a deal: she’ll let X go IF he works his particular magic on Luke Devine, a kingmaker who’s apparently built an empire through coercion and blackmail, the guy who apparently stands in the way of Donahue-Carr’s reelection plans. Hint: she wants Devine “rubbed out.”</div>
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<div>…and work with it he does.</div>
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<div><b>Eight novels into the <a href="https://amzn.to/3WpT93N" target="_blank">Orphan X series</a> (including <i><a href="https://thisweeksbook.blogspot.com/2020/10/hey-there-nowhere-man-yo-mama.html" target="_blank">Prodigal Son</a></i> and <i><a href="https://thisweeksbook.blogspot.com/2021/11/this-time-death-rode-dark-horse.html" target="_blank">Dark Horse</a></i>), Gregg Hurwitz’s hero </b>is moving ever closer to a semblance of a normal life. Oh, sure, he’s still wrapped up in a big ol' OCD cocoon, but hey: over the last seven installments he’s collected a couple of human entanglements: a teenaged protégé-slash-”niece” hacker with a big dog, a potential love interest (and her adolescent son) and even a friend. Maybe even two, if you include a certain ex-Orphan. Just where Devine is going to slot into the milieu, however, remains a mystery…</div>
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<div>Sprinkled with humor <b>and generously larded with bad guys getting their just deserts at the hands of The</b> Nowhere Man, <i><a href="https://amzn.to/3VonMoY%20" target="_blank">The Last Orphan</a></i> is just the latest in one of the best thriller series out there. Unlike so many of the genre’s writers who bog down their plots with details of weapons and tactics embedded in reams of turgid prose, Hurwitz can actually write. With X he’s created a character who, at first seemed simplistic and stereotypical but who is growing into a fully-fleshed character as the series progresses. Who knows: he might even get a cat some day!</div>
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Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-52325678529402516942022-06-09T16:12:00.002-04:002022-12-25T14:28:12.370-05:00So Much Can Happen in Just Two Nights in Lisbon.<h1 style="text-align: center;"> <i>Two Nights in Lisbon</i> - Chris Pavone</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfE1KdsSokCjh73Tj8o4hyeEgUVCFEa7VD9WA-9AjaXuzKcephYDf6J0zAISqGDjqCF9-LmPVsihIdjghFibUO1AjO19cVooJxrmanaJzlIPHIjI5Hqt26xfo4lAP-za94YzdJZ9UzygBWqzQT9vADIdDr40s6s2CKDhQN2Ft1KKUvm7Xk9d1Z8noJg/s83/4.5_big_stars.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="15" data-original-width="83" height="15" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfE1KdsSokCjh73Tj8o4hyeEgUVCFEa7VD9WA-9AjaXuzKcephYDf6J0zAISqGDjqCF9-LmPVsihIdjghFibUO1AjO19cVooJxrmanaJzlIPHIjI5Hqt26xfo4lAP-za94YzdJZ9UzygBWqzQT9vADIdDr40s6s2CKDhQN2Ft1KKUvm7Xk9d1Z8noJg/s1600/4.5_big_stars.gif" width="83" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1AREAV5dPBY17_-vVS_bBHZSXFPT_drunVrTcRvKKTlopRzek6VASyAIsAt9qX8KiTYXjiADTbjHPTHs5Pd3LFOwD8lxdncNRUIk3JXNs-HhvQXURY-nLZLVJujhq4adwrJcUx4EsdRRDLgMIJqiYyCzj_s8orzQe0geQv3LiW786H943PVEJvALfg/s500/Two%20Nights%20in%20Lisbon.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Two Nights in Lisbon" border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="333" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1AREAV5dPBY17_-vVS_bBHZSXFPT_drunVrTcRvKKTlopRzek6VASyAIsAt9qX8KiTYXjiADTbjHPTHs5Pd3LFOwD8lxdncNRUIk3JXNs-HhvQXURY-nLZLVJujhq4adwrJcUx4EsdRRDLgMIJqiYyCzj_s8orzQe0geQv3LiW786H943PVEJvALfg/w133-h200/Two%20Nights%20in%20Lisbon.jpg" title="Two Nights in Lisbon" width="133" /></a></div>After reading the first pages of Chris Pavone’s latest, <i><a href="https://amzn.to/3aK1D2J" target="_blank">Two Nights in Lisbon</a></i>, a more skeptical reader might feel that buzz somewhere deep of their brain that suggests, “There’s something off about this.” I know I did… but once I found myself immersed in the urgency of Ariel Pryce’s desperate search for the husband who walked out of their Portuguese hotel and disappeared into the morning sunlight, I forgot about it. Mostly.</div>
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<div>A frantic Ariel reaches out to the Lisbon police and the American embassy, certain that her husband has been kidnapped. Despite police assurances that her (much younger) husband has probably just gone on for drugs or hooked up with one of the many beauties Lisbon boasts, Ariel is sure that he’s been taken. A demand for three million euros’ ransom makes her point.<span><a name='more'></a></span></div>
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<div>Where does an ordinary person find three million euros in forty-eight hours? Ariel comes to a decision: fifteen years ago, before she stopped being actress-slash trophy wife Laurel Turner, she signed a non-disclosure agreement with a powerful man, a man with access to that kind of cash. We’re talking really, really, really rich… and potentially even more powerful. A desperate phone call to get the ransom from this man piques the interest of not just the Lisbon cops but also the CIA and an enterprising reporter. After that frantic call, everything goes wrong.</div>
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<div>Or does it?</div>
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<div><b>Chris Pavone has built his career writing novels</b> about the adventures of American expatriates in various world capitals, novels such as <i><a href="https://amzn.to/3xL8aUh" target="_blank">The Expats</a></i> and <i><a href="https://amzn.to/3xllYTW" target="_blank">The Paris Diversion</a></i>. Like his other books, Two Nights in Lisbon falls into the “thriller” classification, but this is a thriller without the bloody shoot-‘em-ups and wild sex that so often figures in the genre. If you’re expecting a thriller in the vein of James Patterson or Robert Ludlum, you might want to look elsewhere. In truth, this isn’t your everyday pulse-pounding page-turner. Quite the contrary, the plot reminds me of a tractor-trailer: slow to start, but picking up speed as you go until the momentum is impossible to ignore.</div>
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<div>Pavone’s delicious international thriller displays the mastery of character development and plotting for which he is already well-known, combining smoothly with an attention to the details of the foreign capital in which he has set his tale. Besides a gift for realistic dialog and setting, the author has also cultivated a talent for misdirection; all the better to engage the reader.</div>
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<div>Personally, I dislike throwaway blurb fodder like “unputdownable” and “propulsive,” but thankfully <a href="https://amzn.to/3aK1D2J" target="_blank"><i>Two Nights in Lisbon</i></a> was neither of these. Oh, it was close to “unputdownable” but more to the point, it was thoughtful. Props to Chris for shining a light on a dirty little secret of people who have a fixer on permanent retainer.</div>
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</div>Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-51428269501016213782022-05-12T14:47:00.003-04:002022-12-25T14:47:30.320-05:00Overall, I prefer Driving a Tacoma to Reading About One<h1 style="text-align: center;"><i>The Russian</i> - Ben Coes</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkk1Rp9mNAlXIvQ_GLcUlUJMnTYVHBEHwZI6WWgZSR1PJY2K4-ZCbqP-ufsJZSCIZr68iO-U4NnIQI-iT1-haNF7gNKrn7T__EbYXYPK6WDPtH7CWZez2XdzJd98_1lRggGbha3Cjcb2tw97_oQSBIjRoo_69mZ04cft5gRlVRjVecDTBtcDFDJ7tMw/s83/2_big_stars.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="15" data-original-width="83" height="15" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkk1Rp9mNAlXIvQ_GLcUlUJMnTYVHBEHwZI6WWgZSR1PJY2K4-ZCbqP-ufsJZSCIZr68iO-U4NnIQI-iT1-haNF7gNKrn7T__EbYXYPK6WDPtH7CWZez2XdzJd98_1lRggGbha3Cjcb2tw97_oQSBIjRoo_69mZ04cft5gRlVRjVecDTBtcDFDJ7tMw/s1600/2_big_stars.gif" width="83" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIzY9RB2gTjIJRWy4wk2tIdj632AYSSoC96_vASuL-3YfTEJivyiOKzxmEcxhgrRiVQrt1nN0RF4n66Fdj7ebBXIDtvp0Rb66LscC3LctUT9xdhfOFBj326xTxVz5Q2wdzTv3MPbKi3U46MUqnBMNHhIgR5xDIqx83pMQdUd7SVH5nHZPuP58JNZPDQ/s500/The%20Russian%20Coes.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="The Russian - Ben Coes" border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIzY9RB2gTjIJRWy4wk2tIdj632AYSSoC96_vASuL-3YfTEJivyiOKzxmEcxhgrRiVQrt1nN0RF4n66Fdj7ebBXIDtvp0Rb66LscC3LctUT9xdhfOFBj326xTxVz5Q2wdzTv3MPbKi3U46MUqnBMNHhIgR5xDIqx83pMQdUd7SVH5nHZPuP58JNZPDQ/w200-h200/The%20Russian%20Coes.jpg" title="The Russian - Ben Coes" width="200" /></a></div>Some days the willing suspension of disbelief goes only so far... and today was one of them. Well, actually, the last few days – even I couldn't read <i><a href="https://amzn.to/3w7bVSU" target="_blank">The Russian - Rob Tacoma Series, Book 1</a></i> in a single day. One of the main reasons I couldn't is that I had to keep stopping to puzzle through author Ben Coes' bizarre word choices and strange notions about science and everything else. </div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Coes is the author of a slew of <a href="https://amzn.to/3FHhtH1" target="_blank">Dewey Andreas</a> novels, none of which I've ever heard of, much less read. FWIW, Andreas makes a cameo appearance in the final chapter as a, to be quite frank, half-assed <i>deus ex machina</i>. More on that later. Coes' bio says he served under two presidents (an intern under Reagan and a speechwriter for a Bush I cabinet secretary). But we're here to talk about the book...<span><a name='more'></a></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>When the Russian mob assassinated a couple of highly-placed officials</b>, the powers that be brought in a two-man CIA wet work team to retaliate. Half that team was dead before the ink was dry on the contract, thanks to a mole in the mix. Fortunately, the other half - super-operative Rob Tacoma – was up to the task. In keeping with the usual tropes, Tacoma proved to be the kind of guy that Delta Force and Seal Team members are afraid of. Think of an alpha male on steroids! Thank heavens he's on our side...</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Tacoma works his way up the <i>mafiyah </i>chain of command to the top-level guy in the USA, splattering blood and brains whenever and wherever necessary. In the final showdown, he encounters <b><i>The Russian</i></b> himself, who – although up in years – proves nearly as indestructible as the twenty-something Tacoma. Unfortunately for Rob, however, Dewey Andreas shows up as backup and while the two are swapping jokes, the bad guy gets away – spoiler alert – after putting one of them in the hospital. Unfortunately, he lives...</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><b>Reading <i>The Russian</i> was a bit of a struggle</b>, but not because the trope of super-human operative is rather overdone. I'm fine with <a href="https://amzn.to/3FJD9T0" target="_blank">Reacher</a>, <a href="https://amzn.to/3ysMAoa" target="_blank">Orphan X</a>, and a host of other alpha males. Alpha females too, for that matter. No, what made this one hard to read was some of Coes' bizarre word choices, among other factual failings. No, unlike that one guy who reviews every thriller at the River and bitches about inaccuracies with weapons, I'm more... cerebral. </div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">For instance, Tacoma has been out of the country on an "exfoliation [sic]" team. I guess that means they were "rubbing someone off." Or maybe I was taken aback by his description of a restaurant with a "wide, lightly creaking [sic] mahogany entrance." Or perhaps it was Tacoma's home in which the "apartment was vast, the walls a shock [sic] of glass." </div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">I had to laugh uproariously at the cleanup process – of an entire house – that concluded with "a methodical washing of every surface, followed by a radiological burst, in which every room in the house was exposed for a brief time." Ben, Ben, Ben: you can irradiate something small to kill living tissue on its surface, but you can't irradiate an entire house (room by room)... not without exposing all the neighbors to radiation, too.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Other bizarre constructs include, "a mess of broken white ceramic plastic" (one or the other but not both) and "nothing more than some molecular-level DNA" (DNA <i>is</i> a molecule). I was also a little surprised to find that Tacoma had been an all-American college lacrosse player for UVa who matriculated at, apparently, sixteen; but only managed to garner a 2.77 GPA upon graduating at twenty. </div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Oh, yeah, and a better plotline: two stars.</div>
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Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-59623283385199509692022-04-06T10:07:00.004-04:002022-05-12T07:23:05.453-04:00The New Neighbor - It's a Cozy Spy Thriller? <h1 style="text-align: center;"><i>The New Neighbor</i> - Karen Cleveland</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsMlKJMLIMmRCmAkGbv7R0i9nH-7Jwm_XrUkPp0lJuxNEp0EI4RN2Mo5X-nVWiiw69lpn0FMHxMXXGFfvVYkAXBkwiz5LXle-wNmDiQFE0VUKfXRc0k4dUlLew5m1GBvLRlinkAi3mGDPVJrX4_laG-BB1YX1N7kdaV1M91cooL_ngEP5K9eIaAKK8aw/s83/3_big_stars.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="15" data-original-width="83" height="15" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsMlKJMLIMmRCmAkGbv7R0i9nH-7Jwm_XrUkPp0lJuxNEp0EI4RN2Mo5X-nVWiiw69lpn0FMHxMXXGFfvVYkAXBkwiz5LXle-wNmDiQFE0VUKfXRc0k4dUlLew5m1GBvLRlinkAi3mGDPVJrX4_laG-BB1YX1N7kdaV1M91cooL_ngEP5K9eIaAKK8aw/s1600/3_big_stars.gif" width="83" /></a></div><div><br /><table><tbody><tr>
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<td><div>If, like me, you read a lot of mystery and thriller novels; you’re well aware of the subgenre of “cozy” mysteries: a protagonist, usually female, stumbles over dead bodies (always free of gore) in the everyday course of business. Cooking is a favorite profession, so are crafting and bookselling. It’s a classic case of willing suspension of disbelief – after all, Crabapple Cove, Maine, is unlikely to have a higher murder rate than Chicago, Bogotá, or Mogadishu. Even with that in mind, though, today’s book is a new subgenre for me; something I call the "cozy spy thriller."</div>
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<div>Meet Beth Bradford, heroine of <a href="https://amzn.to/3x9Ev79" target="_blank">Karen Cleveland</a>‘s fourth novel, <i><b><a href="https://amzn.to/35O8g28" target="_blank">The New Neighbor</a></b></i>.<span><a name='more'></a></span></div>
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<div><b>Beth’s nest is suddenly empty:</b> the last of her three kids is off to college, the Bradfords have closed the sale on their suburban cul-de-sac home, and – wouldn't you know it – hubby Mike has split to live with the stereotypical hot young secretary. Cliché much, Mikey? Worst of all, when Beth returns to the CIA office from which she’d spent the last couple of decades chasing an Iranian spymaster and his wily U S asset, “The Neighbor,” she learns that she’s been locked out and sent offsite to teach analysis to newbie agents. What a let-down…</div>
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<div>Unable to drop the search that had consumed her for so many years, Beth worms her way back into the data and learns that the spy recruiter apparently lives on her old cul-de-sac in MacLean. Desperate to solve the case, she goes rogue; uncovering former neighbors she considered friends who’ve been “turned.” Neighbor by neighbor, she uncovers a dastardly plot that would cripple the agency… all the while getting ever closer to the real Neighbor. Will she find the culprit in time to save the day? Will she be shocked by the revelation? Yes, and yes. Of course.</div>
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<div>Cleveland’s plot ultimately disintegrates in a couple of details. First, The Neighbor was originally turned by the bad guys for lying to the CIA on a routine background check. The lie, frankly, was about a fact that The Company should have known about before even asking a question. Second, the CIA knew The Neighbor was on Beth’s cul-de-sac because of an attempt to turn yet another neighbor with a video of him stumbling around drunk. In the video, the subject says, “Well hi, neighbor!” but can’t remember who was filming him. Yeah, sure. </div><div><br /></div><div>Last, in order to construct what has to be described as an elegant plan to crawl inside the CIA’s computer network, someone needed to know not just the departments where Beth’s neighbors worked but also their physical locations and small details of the building’s infrastructure. It seems to me that the operation had to be controlled by someone well up the food chain at Langley; something Bradford (and Cleveland) never seemed to consider.</div>
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<div><b>Overall, I thought the <a href="https://amzn.to/3Ja1RvK" target="_blank">Mission Impossible</a> plot was well-thought out</b>, but the plot holes I mentioned above really dragged down my score. As a result, <a href="https://amzn.to/3x9Ev79" target="_blank">Cleveland</a>’s latest just gets an average score from me, three stars out of five.</div>
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<div><i>[NOTE: I received an ARC of </i>The New Neighbor<i> in exchange for my honest review.]</i></div>
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Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-87244744923238271922021-11-22T20:10:00.002-05:002022-12-25T07:23:10.941-05:00This Time, Death Rode a Dark Horse<h1 style="text-align: center;"><i>Dark Horse</i> - Gregg Hurwitz</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l87dRML8ejI/SqQqVnAdTqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Ptmxi6RiXVAHBP52M8IhIJYhr2UX17iTQCPcBGAYYCw/s83/4.5_big_stars.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="15" data-original-width="83" height="15" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l87dRML8ejI/SqQqVnAdTqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Ptmxi6RiXVAHBP52M8IhIJYhr2UX17iTQCPcBGAYYCw/s0/4.5_big_stars.gif" width="83" /></a></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Smoak, once known as <a href="https://amzn.to/3vmG9Qx" target="_blank">Orphan X</a>, has a lot of atoning to do for years as a black ops government assassin; and the persona of <a href="https://amzn.to/3FNQt9c" target="_blank">The Nowhere Man</a> is his method. X is the last resort for innocent people who are in a hell of someone else’s making. But this time, the Nowhere Man isn’t certain that Urrea qualifies as worthy of his help. It takes some persuading, but a few days later he finds himself inside a stereotypical lavish cartel compound with the missing Angelina, a man-eating lion, and a big surprise.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;"><br />No ordinary man could rescue Angelina from the clutches of two-score cartel soldiers under the leadership of a bona fide psychopath by fighting his way out of a palace-slash-fortress, but Orphan X isn’t your ordinary man.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><b>The seventh Orphan X novel from the pen of Gregg Hurwitz, <i><a href="https://amzn.to/3I2kxAO" target="_blank">Dark Horse</a></i></b> marks another step on Evan Smoak’s journey to being a normal human: learning to care for another person. Evan never lets that get in the way, however, as he lays waste to his enemies through a masterful combination of subterfuge and martial skill. Few authors are as adept as Hurwitz at plotting an operation like the one X must mount to extract Angelina; and the action will keep you on the edge of your seat with a pulse rate approaching target heart rate. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />If you haven’t read Orphan X before, you’d be wise to catch up. You’re only six cliff-hangers behind!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I received an advance reader's copy of </i>Dark Horse<i> in exchange for my honest review</i><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">copyright © 2021-2022 scmrak</span></div>
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</div>Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-72102386667815601792021-11-13T16:09:00.003-05:002021-11-22T20:10:30.582-05:00Rosenstiel's Latest is More Thoughtful than Thrilling<h2 style="text-align: center;"> <i>The Days to Come</i> - Tom Rosenstiel</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUH8pAmkGQI/Ss5vILhO0hI/AAAAAAAAAgE/3Phb1mAxiYYDCHtXE9-LRNNzuWJMW6VpgCPcBGAYYCw/s83/3.5_big_stars.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="15" data-original-width="83" height="15" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUH8pAmkGQI/Ss5vILhO0hI/AAAAAAAAAgE/3Phb1mAxiYYDCHtXE9-LRNNzuWJMW6VpgCPcBGAYYCw/s0/3.5_big_stars.gif" width="83" /></a></div><div><br /></div>
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<div>Everyone knows Washington, D.C., is gridlocked. At least it was until David Traynor was elected POTUS. Like a recent real-world president, Traynor had campaigned as a disrupter; but unlike that president he intended to disrupt for people instead of party; so much so that he chose his running mate from the opposition. One of the reasons their campaign succeeded is the team of Rena and Brooks, the investigation/image firm that saved the career of Traynor’s VP. But even as the new president set out to change the way government works (for the better…), Peter Rena’s world began crumbling around him.<span><a name='more'></a></span></div>
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<div>Some denizen of the Dark Web had Rena in the crosshairs; and the phony cyberattacks were both relentless and vicious, so much so that Rena became <i>persona non grata</i> with anyone who cared about a public image. Washington is, after all, less interested in truth than in optics. It didn’t help Rena’s wounded pride that his love life seemed to be circling the drain at the same time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nonetheless, Peter and his partner Randi Brooks had an important job to do; keeping a top-secret Traynor program on track, a program that just might help solve the climate crisis. No matter what the cyberattacks were saying, Rena was on the case; ferreting out industrial espionage in the halls of Silicon Valley… where knowing too much might get you dead.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Tom Rosenstiel’s fourth Rena thriller, <i>The Days to Come</i></b>, picks up where <i>Oppo </i>left off; with the election of the Traynor-Wendy Upton ticket. Unlike that previous installment, however, Rena is the target this time… he just doesn’t know why (or who). Rosenstiel delivers a concise analysis of how such attacks begin, flourish, and ultimately play out in “meatspace”: think Comet Ping Pong, right down to the gun-toting true believer looking for secret basement pedophilia chambers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rosenstiel also devotes considerable page space to his character’s project to make the USA a leader in energy storage; arguing that present-day battery technology is hampering any move to renewable energy. The solution, according to the book, is flow-battery technology. Little of the science is discussed, however, as there are mainly references to the technology.</div>
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<div>Apparently not content with those two threads to his narrative, Rosenstiel also introduces some ideas for how to get Congress of its rear and back to work for the people (all of them). First is a Scandinavian model of legislation: lean bills with short timelines instead of bloated, encyclopedic lists of pork. More interesting, however, is doing away with the so-called “Hastert Rule,” also known as “the majority of the majority” – a means by which any hope of compromise in Congress is summarily executed by party leaders.</div><div><br /></div><div>While Rosenstiel’s tale is most definitely topical, the four threads – corporate espionage, cyberattacks, Rena’s gloomy demeanor, the battery technology – still add up to a slow journey through Rena’s personal misery. That measured pace is probably why none of the usual suspects has labeled the plot “propulsive,” for good reason: It isn’t. It barely reaches the threshold of political thriller. Instead, it’s more brains than brawn, just like its protagonist.</div><div><br /></div><div>And that's not a bad thing: we need more thought and less action these days.</div>
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Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-88865107004333443252021-10-16T17:07:00.011-04:002021-11-13T15:45:39.589-05:00Psychopaths on the Warpath<h1 style="text-align: center;"> <i>Never Saw Me Coming</i> - Vera Kurian</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNO5eKeS1_E/YWs7a6DzZHI/AAAAAAAAOuY/m7CGm-SBdo0K7nzSu-w7afk7YCBpquT4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s83/2.5_big_stars.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="15" data-original-width="83" height="15" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNO5eKeS1_E/YWs7a6DzZHI/AAAAAAAAOuY/m7CGm-SBdo0K7nzSu-w7afk7YCBpquT4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s0/2.5_big_stars.gif" width="83" /></a></div><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="https://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=scmrak-blgr-20&language=en_US&l=li3&o=1&a=B08R21X7BT" style="border: none; margin: 0px;" width="1" />
<p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Never-Saw-Me-Coming-Novel-ebook/dp/B08R21X7BT?dchild=1&keywords=never+saw+me+coming&qid=1634417604&sr=8-1&linkCode=li3&tag=scmrak-blgr-20&linkId=b5c3b5fa5436ca19b793c3ae78a04f34&language=en_US&ref_=as_li_ss_il" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B08R21X7BT&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=scmrak-blgr-20&language=en_US" /></a>If Vera Kurian is to be believed – and apparently, she has the proper training to make this statement – there’s about a 2 or 3 percent chance that whoever’s reading this right now is a psychopath. That’s not to say that you are, as popular fiction might have it, a serial killer. No, you’re merely antisocial and/or empathy-impaired and/or egotistical. Based on that description, 2 or 3 percent of the population seems rather low…</p><p>…but the main characters of Kurian’s debut novel, <b><i>Never Saw Me Coming</i></b>, are pretty close to 100% psychopathic. That’s because they’re members of the seven college students enrolled in a study run by renowned psychologist Leonard Wyman; youngsters who’ve received full-boat rides to a DC-area college so he could study them in the wild. Well, actually, one’s faking it – a rather strange twist given that psychopaths usually fake being “normal.” Anyway, protagonist Chloe Sevre – 18, gorgeous, smart, psychopathic coed – is really there so she can murder Will Bachman. Truth be told, he kind of deserves it…<span></span></p><a name='more'></a><p></p><p>Before Chloe can enact her grand plan however, two members of the psychopath cohort turn up dead (gruesomely, in one case). Since no one, including the participants, is supposed to know who the seven are; it’s somewhat surprising that three of the surviving members suss each other out in the first few days. Convinced that one of their group is killing off the rest, the three embark on a hunt for the hunter.</p><p>Of course, Chloe still plans to murder Will.</p><p><b>It being the 21st Century and the characters being college students, the expected hijinks ensue</b>. You can count on binge-drinking at frat parties, roofies, meaningless hook-ups, hacked Instagram accounts, malware, hacked webcams, stolen records, slut-shaming, revenge porn, fake IDs, suicide, bullying, and all the other tropes of college life for Gen Z. They even go to class and take notes occasionally. Even though all the characters are too young to drink (legally, anyway), the book is for some reason not classified as young adult. Huh.</p>
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<p>These people are <u>all</u> weird. We read books to lose ourselves in the story and find characters with whom we can identify, even envision befriending. Face facts: there’s no character in <i>Never Saw Me Coming</i> that I’d want to hang out with, even if I were their age. Then again, they’re probably all going to grow up to run for President some day.</p><p>Without a likeable character and without a decent mystery, I can’t recommend this: 2½ stars.</p><div style="text-align: left;"><h3 style="text-align: left;">Summary:</h3><b>Plus</b>: Let me think about it.<br /><b>Minus</b>: Unlikeable characters, clunky writing, weak plot.<br /><b>What they’re saying</b>: Maybe this is a mystery only a psychopath could like. </div>
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Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-77403876375306324112021-09-17T10:47:00.002-04:002021-10-16T09:48:29.727-04:00Paretsky's Warshawski Mystery has a "Breakdown" Along the Way<h1 style="text-align: center;"> <i>Breakdown </i>- Sara Paretsky</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUH8pAmkGQI/Ss5vILhO0hI/AAAAAAAAAgE/3Phb1mAxiYYDCHtXE9-LRNNzuWJMW6VpgCPcBGAYYCw/s83/3.5_big_stars.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="15" data-original-width="83" height="15" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUH8pAmkGQI/Ss5vILhO0hI/AAAAAAAAAgE/3Phb1mAxiYYDCHtXE9-LRNNzuWJMW6VpgCPcBGAYYCw/s0/3.5_big_stars.gif" width="83" /></a></div><br />
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<div>Two of the dancers turned out to be Chicago “royalty,” one the daughter of a Senatorial candidate and another the granddaughter of said candidate’s money man. Politics being politics, the fecal matter hit the proverbial ventilation device as Chicago’s most powerful TV talking head distorted the event, along the way calling the candidate a “monkey,” claiming that the money man had betrayed his family in a WW2 concentration camp, and avowing that Warshawski’s mother was a wetback. Apparently, the truth set too high a bar for Wade Lawlor, so he ducked under it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Warshawski’s interest in the case ramped up when the case veered into her ex-husband’s law office and her best friend from law school turned up near death after having had words with the dead man. It’s complicated…</div>
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<div><b>Cristened Victoria Iphegenia Warshawski, Vic to her friends and V. I. to everyone else</b>, Chicago’s toughest broad has bulled and battered her way through the Second City’s gritty streets for almost thirty years. She’s got the spider veins, the scars, and the gray streaks to prove it, too. From day one, Warshawski – once a public defender – has been in the little guy’s corner. <i>Breakdown </i>is no exception, though in this case it’s hard to figure out who the “little guy” is, at least until the final reel.</div>
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<div>Sara Paretsky’s fifteenth Warshawski novel follows much the same format as all the rest: her bullheaded protagonist refuses to give up on her case in the face of unrelenting pressure from powerful people who’d be hurt by a solution. Over the years Vic’s been imprisoned, shot, blown up, received more stitches than her cousin Boom-Boom the Black Hawks forward, and been on the dark end of more concussions than a pro quarterback. Nothing interrupts Warshawski when she’s on the trail (rather reminds me of a Labrador Retriever after a rawhide chew…). For those who champion the underdog, V. I. Warshawski is a true hero.</div>
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<div>For those whose bumper stickers allege media bias, however, <i>Breakdown</i> is anathema: the broadly-drawn Wade Lawlor too closely resembles certain sacrosanct talking heads on their favorite cable network. Clearly, Paretsky is a threat to truth, justice, and the American way (a terrorist, maybe?). You have to wonder if someone could really get away with the purple prose and yellow journalism she describes – and there are some who suspect that she didn’t miss the mark by much.</div>
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<div><b>Like Robert K. Tanenbaum’s Karp family series, <i>Breakdown </i>stretches credulity beyond the breaking point</b> for the complexity of the plot and necessity of frequent visits by the Coincidence Fairy. Worse, the identity of the villain and the nature of his/her crime are patently obvious at about a quarter of the way through the book.</div>
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<div><b>Plus</b>: characters, sense of place, and Warshawski as champion of the little guy</div>
<div><b>Minus</b>: over-reliance on coincidence, transparent villain</div>
<div><b>The Bottom Line</b>: This Warshawski novel finds V. I. chasing the killer of a fellow P. I.</div>
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Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-77565115577899296742021-07-11T16:37:00.009-04:002021-09-17T10:50:20.249-04:00Brennan's New Series Starts with a Dud<h1 style="text-align: center;"><i>The Third to Die</i> - Allison Brennan</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4Ye0FRwNZU/YOs8Dkj9EqI/AAAAAAAAOXo/QGouLlJt9PEeT2mq4djKLHBCKnWebUNwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s83/2_big_stars.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="15" data-original-width="83" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a4Ye0FRwNZU/YOs8Dkj9EqI/AAAAAAAAOXo/QGouLlJt9PEeT2mq4djKLHBCKnWebUNwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s0/2_big_stars.gif" /></a></div>
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<div><b>Serial killer novels are themselves a trope,</b> but this one feels like Brennan stopped by the Tropes <span style="font-size: medium;">ᴙ</span> Us store and loaded up her cart. It sure would be nice to run across a serial killer who is just lucky instead of a genius, not to mention a couple of cops who aren’t “edgy” and “brilliant.” Then again, such a novel probably wouldn’t sell…</div>
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<div>Oh, about that previously-mentioned 45-foot chain ladder: the perp had to sneak it, a dozen canning jars and three gallons of gasoline through the lobby of a hotel. Yeah, right…</div>
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Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-75176609694969844052021-05-22T07:29:00.008-04:002022-06-10T07:07:07.471-04:00The Title Sounds like Ludlum, and So Does the Science<h1 style="text-align: center;"><i>The Twin Paradox</i> - Charles Wachter</h1>
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<td><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I received a free copy of Charles Wachter’s <i>The Twin Paradox</i> in return for my honest review. Well, they asked for it. Here's the book:<br /></div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Begin by constructing a skeleton of “the hero’s journey” overlain by a skin of LOTR</b>, stir in heaping helpings of Robert Ludlum’s <i><a href="https://amzn.to/3viSZyC" target="_blank">The Holcroft Coventant</a></i>, Nancy Freedman’s <i><a href="https://amzn.to/3lOTSvP" target="_blank">Joshua Son of None</a></i>, and Michael Crichton’s <i>Jurassic Park</i>. Coat the entire recipe with pseudo-science too weak to fool a “Star Trek: The Next Generation” fan and sprinkle the result with word-usage errors and desultory research. You got yourself <i>The Twin Paradox</i>.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The Holcroft Covenant reference is to Ludlum’s <i>sonnenkinder</i>; children of the Third Reich born in secret to take over the world forty years after Hitler’s demise. <i>Joshua Son of None</i> gave Wachter the idea for cloning a dead world leader decades before Dolly. The reference to <i>Jurassic Park</i> will become clear, and the rest? I’ll explain. <span><a name='more'></a></span></div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>A billionaire scientist collected the DNA of a slew of historical geniuses </b>and grew a high-school class that included ersatz versions of Isaac Newton, MLK, Leonardo da Vinci, Catherine the Great, and Albert Einstein. Which is weird to begin with, ‘cause five is a pretty small graduating class…</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Said billionaire, Teegen Ralls, (Warren Buffet meets Elon Musk?) also built himself a huge super-collider in Texas near Corpus Christi, constructed – for unknown reasons – partially on land and partially in the Gulf of Mexico, yet dry land ‘cause of a gigantic seawall. Seems rather stupid to go through that effort when he could have moved inland a few miles and been entirely on land…</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Whatever, the compound is a time machine of sorts: when the collider is running, every three minutes outside the loop under the seawall equals ten years inside. It must be magic, though, because no one actually explains this effect.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The kids, of course, get coerced into being inside – a hellhole that bears a striking resemblance to Crichton’s dinosaur theme park – when the machine fires up. They're caught along with a bunch of the most heinous criminals ever to stride the planet (a Russian version of the same cloning program). The rush to escape is, of course, the expected endless string of disasters and near disasters. Naturally, the little geniuses <i>do</i> get out… otherwise there couldn’t be sequels, one of which is already in the works.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">While we're at it, will someone explain the difference between an oil rig and an offshore platform? Oh, and when the kids cut the helium pipeline cooling the collider's magnets, why didn't that shut the loop down, hmmm? Which raises another question, does Wachter know how cold liquid helium is? Four degrees above absolute zero, which pretty much makes it impossible to pump through a pipe.</div>
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</div>Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-89870872197135084022021-03-09T11:11:00.007-05:002021-05-22T12:47:56.428-04:00Carey Baldwin's Stolen a day of My Life<h1 style="text-align: center;"><i>Stolen </i>- Carey Baldwin</h1><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iLEMSVB8_bY/Sr_5a14eUeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Hu3wmPhbHdYhLOlxunbOjwWZFBRMFs4twCPcBGAYYCw/s83/2_big_stars.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="15" data-original-width="83" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iLEMSVB8_bY/Sr_5a14eUeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Hu3wmPhbHdYhLOlxunbOjwWZFBRMFs4twCPcBGAYYCw/s0/2_big_stars.gif" /></a></div><br /> </div>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><i>“For a moment, he just held her, his hand coasting up and down her back in time with the rhythm of her heart as it beat against his.”</i></div>
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<div><b>I don’t normally begin a book review with a quotation from the book</b>… but this time I wanted you to know what kind of torture I put myself through to finish <i><b>Stolen</b></i>, an installment in the Carey Baldwin romance-mystery Cassidy and Spenser series. Let’s dissect that… stuff: first, “coasting” is a ridiculous verb in this setting. Second, is he really rubbing her back at something like 70 stokes per minute? And third, if her heart is beating against his, the two had better be conjoined twins!</div>
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<b>Laura Chaucer has disappeared for the second time in thirteen years</b>. The first time, the eight-year-old was found near a remote cabin in a Colorado wilderness, the body of her nanny nearby. This time, twenty-one-year-old Laura has awakened in that same cabin, naked, the room awash in blood. She will soon discover that there’s another, eerily similar, dead woman lying nearby…
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<div>Meanwhile, back in Boulder, Webber shows himself to be a cad and Laura’s mother proves to be a semi-functional alcoholic. It turns out that the dead woman is a friend of Laura’s, but the good guys are convinced that the same person who abducted Laura and killed her nanny is back. </div>
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<div>Finally, we have Baldwin’s weird relationship with time: Caity screams when a mountain lion charges her, and “<i>The wind carried a faint cry to Spenser</i>.” Even running at “<i>full tilt</i>,” no way could someone cover enough distance for a cry to have been “<i>faint</i>,” yet come upon a woman (even one with 36-D breasts¹) wrestling with a mountain lion only to see her survive with a few cuts. Yeah, right.</div>
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<div><i><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: small;">¹ Baldwin put that in there, not me.</span></i></div>
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Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689773146712764022.post-84924490414794401922021-01-19T10:18:00.005-05:002021-03-09T11:12:40.716-05:00Agent Zero - Disengage Disbelief Before Reading<h2 style="text-align: center;"><i>Agent Zero</i> - Jack Mars</h2>
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<div>And speaking of Mars and writing, I think the main reason why I wanted to write this review was that the guy REALLY could have used an editor with basic knowledge of something besides house style. Take, for instance, Jack’s insistence of writing that blood “eked from” a nose or wound. “Eked?” Don’t you mean “leaked”? and then there’s Mars’ misconception about what the sternum is, at one point writing that Kent Steele had sliced the assassin’s “sternum” open. Ummm, Jack? The sternum is a bone… </div><div><br /></div><div>While we’re at it, shouldn’t someone writing about Iranian terrorists know that they don’t speak Arabic, they speak Farsi? And that the two aren’t the same thing at all? I’m sure that if you read through the reviews at the river, you’ll also find someone who’s called out Mars on how he wrote about firearms, too.</div>
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<td>Evan Smoak thought he’d retired from the hero business; or at least that was the deal he’d made to stay out of a federal prison. But when you get a phone call from someone claiming to be the mother you’d never met, you’re at least curious… maybe a little obsessed. The woman in question had a job for The Nowhere Man (Evan’s last “career” before retiring): find and protect Andrew Duran, a down-on-his-luck impound lot attendant who’d had the misfortune of witnessing the murder of a client. Perhaps out of boredom, Evan took up the hunt.</td></tr></tbody></table></div>
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<div><b>The sixth in Gregg Hurwitz’s Orphan X series, <i>Prodigal Son</i></b>, rolls out big chunks of Evan’s backstory. That includes both the tale of his entry to the Orphan program as well as some reasons for the animosity of Charles van Sciver, the late Orphan Z. As in previous installments, Evan cuts a swath through phalanxes of bad guys, thrives on subterfuge, and not only outfights but outthinks his opposition. Is he slowing down at thirty-eight? You sure can’t tell…</div><div><br /></div><div>All five previous installments in the series have been fun romps featuring a hero who is only a radiation accident short of being a Marvel superhero. <i>Prodigal Son</i> is no exception, and it has the added bonus of imbuing Evan Smoak with just a little more humanity. </div><div><br /></div><div> Highly recommended.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">copyright © 2020-2021 scmrak</span></div>
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<td>In case you hadn't noticed, Lisa Scottoline hasn't written a Rosato & Associates novel in years. The last time, she tells readers who make it to her afterword, was more than four years ago. Four years... could it have been that long? Well, when you consider that in those four years she gave us Cate Fante (<i>Dirty Blonde</i>), Vicki Allegretti (<i>Devil's Corner</i>), and Natalie "Nat" Greco (<i>Daddy's Girl</i>) in lieu of the amazonian women of Rosato-land, it's pretty easy to forget that the last time Mary DiNunzio dithered her way across the page was in 2004's <i>Killer Smile</i>. Problem one being, nothing much's changed: DiNunzio is still a ditz, and Bennie Rosato still only makes cameo appearances. That's too bad: Bennie is the Philadelphia equivalent of V. I. Warshawski, and Mary... Mary... well, suffice it to say that the world does not need another Stephanie Plum...<span><a name='more'></a></span></td>
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<div><br /></div><div><b>For certain people, Hell is going to be a replay of high school</b>. Apparently, that's the way Mary DiNunzio sees it: pimples, braces, frizzy hair, and torment at the hands of the Mean Girls. So when the Meanest of the Mean Girls shows up in Mary's office in search of help in fending off her abusive boyfriend; it feels like payback time. Whether bosom buddies or not, though, when Trish Gambone storms out of DiNunzio's office an hour later, Mary can't help but feel as if she's failed - failed the old neighborhood, if nothing else.</div><div><br /></div><div>Things get worse: Trish disappears. And then things get even worse... and a body's involved.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now at this point, it can either get worse or better: will Mary find Trish? Will Trish be charged with murder, and if so, can Mary put a Perry Mason finger on the real killer? And will the Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra fan clubs ever be on speaking terms again? Read <i>Lady Killer</i> and see...</div><div><br /></div>
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<div><b>Though it ought to feel like home to have ditzy Mary DiNunzio in my lap once more</b>, it really doesn't. The woman remains as irritatingly irresolute as ever; agonizing over the tiniest decision and making mental notes (just like all of the Rosato associates, for some reason). For a thirty-something widow with a JD and a relatively successful law career, she's surprisingly childlike. Perhaps it's from having remained tied to her mother's apron strings too long... Would that Mama "Veet" DiNunzio had given her daughter a healthy dollop of common sense along with her tomato sauce, eh?</div><div><br /></div><div>This time out, to tell the truth, readers are treated to a side of Mary they've not seen before, a sort of Catholic school girl walk on the wild side (with subtitles in Latin). Though it doesn't make her any less a ditz - she basically remains a Stephanie Plum clone that's passed the bar exam - the revelations do humanize her a bit., though the constant vacillation over "What to do! What to do!" remains wearing. As with any Scottoline novel, there's a definite pattern: Mary's one of those heroines who will muddle through even if she can't get cell phone reception or the heel breaks on her Blahniks - and trust me, one (or more likely both) of those will happen wherever Mary goes. </div>
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<div>Also like most Scottoline novels, there's little suspense in <i>Lady Killer</i>, not that that's necessarily a bad thing: at least she's not Alex Cooper flitting into every unlit space on Manhattan Island. DiNunzio's danger is more the intellectual kind than the mortal kind. All of which rather makes me wonder: though the series is ostensibly about the women of Rosato and Associates, most of the books are about DiNunzio, with one about Anne Murphy. For my money, however, the best in the series are about the boss, Bennedeta Rosato, who sat first chair in a couple of novels (<i>Legal Tender</i> and <i>Dead Ringer</i>). So, Lisa, here's my request: can we have some more Bennie, please? I for one am getting tired of DiNunzio. I keep expecting to see her reunited with the twin sister from whom she was separated at birth - that Plum gal from Joisey.</div></div>
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<td>If you like your protagonists flawed, then <i>Make Them Cry</i> is gonna be right up your alley. With the possible exception of a couple of innocent bystanders (who might not be all that innocent after all), not one character in this novel has more redeeming qualities than flaws.<br />
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Everything quickly goes blood-soaked, as cartel dealings tend to do; and Harbaugh finds that her career as a DEA agent is in jeopardy… but there’s a light in the tunnel, so to speak. Stay tuned for more thrills from Harbaugh and her new comrades.<br />
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<b>The first novel from Smith Henderson and Jon Marc Smith, <i>Make Them Cry</i></b> is most assuredly a 21st-century thriller. Just like so-called reality TV, everyone’s a villain at heart and trust is in short supply. There are other modern touches as well: like many modern novels (and movies) back-story is also in short supply. For most of the book I thought I’d been dropped into the middle of a series; the references to past shenanigans and characters were so liberally sprinkled through the plot. Your mileage may differ.<br />
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If you don’t mind some intense action – a chase scene with Harbaugh fleeing a pack of Zetas in a Kia compact will keep you on the edge of your seat – and if you don’t mind characters whose moral code is a little slippery, this one belongs on your shelf. Keep your Spanish translation app on hand and make certain the slang is up to date, and you’ll be fine.<br />
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<a name='more'></a><b><br />Though most adults have by now heard of Alfred Kinsey and Masters & Johnson</b>; perhaps the twentieth century's most (in)famous researchers on human sexuality, far fewer realize that study of the subject continues to this day in laboratories worldwide. Besides her research into sexual psychology's history, Roach also interviewed current experts in the field, such as University of Texas researcher Cindy Meston, and (where allowed) viewed their experiments. When she couldn't interview participants in the subject, Roach made do: inserting "Cinderella's tampon" (a photoplethysmograph) for a study of vaginal lubrication in response to visual stimuli (XXX movies, ya know); and more famously talking her husband into participating in a study that created an ultrasound "blue movie" of the couple... errr... ummm... "coitally linked."<br />
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Any allegedly titillating behavior of its author aside, however, <i>Bonk</i> is for the most part a first-rate example of what popular science writing is supposed to be: a balanced combination of education and entertainment. The education component hasn't been dumbed down, but neither is it inaccessible to a lay reader from overuse of jargon and the turgid phrasing used by so many scientists. The entertainment component arises from a generous sprinkling of Roach's dry wit; although she occasionally seems almost sophomoric, as though aiming at a teenaged male demographic. A quick glance through the table of contents should give one an idea of Roach's flair for the double entendre:<br />
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<b>While there are few places Roach won't go, there are some where a few readers may wish she hadn't.</b> A chapter on Danish hog farming (hog inseminators are trained to stimulate sows to orgasm after insemination) is a bit on the strange side. Her visit to a Taiwanese surgeon who specializes in penile implants is very hard to read... at least for men... none of us will ever be able to see or hear the word "gloving" again without cringing.<br />
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Where Roach goes most of the time, however, is straight into that curious coupling of learning and laughter. Most of the giggles will come from her literary asides in the footnotes, in which she demonstrates not only the results of her far-ranging research but also a gift for groaners:<br />
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<i>"I always assumed that Priapus was a god of something manly - war or shouting or chariot customizing - but in fact he was a god of fertility and gardens, One mythology website calls him 'the protector of all garden produce.' Clearly troubled by the girly job title, he took to wearing robes slit high enough to display his enormous cucumber... Encyclopedia Mythica reports that outside of Rome, Priapus was 'never very popular.'"</i></blockquote>
Still more humor resides in the text itself: of that photoplethysmograph experiment, she writes,<br />
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"<i>...I take the probe out of the bag. An LED and some wiring are encased in a round-tipped, bullet-shaped piece of clear acrylic. 'Cinderella's tampon,' I write in my notebook, a notation that I will, weeks later, stare at dumbly for several moments, having no clue what it means. Where the string would be, there is a stiff, plastic-coated cable that leads to a computer. I follow the instructions I was given, and now the cable is curling down the front of my chair. I feel like a bike lock."</i></blockquote>
All that funny stuff aside, <i>Bonk </i>is also a cogent review of the current state of the study of sexual psychology. In its pages, Roach skillfully shares the current thinking and understanding of a knotty subject, one about which few people on earth know half as much as they think they do. As Roach often observes, "women are complicated." As she also hints, so are men - at least in their interactions with those women. Perhaps this bit of reading could help you understand your partner better - it couldn't hurt!<br />
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<b>Plus</b>: educational and entertaining<br />
<b>Minus</b>: the humor's at times a tad sophomoric<br />
<b>What They're Saying</b>: We rarely see the curious coupling of learning and laughter, but Bonk is one of those cases. Mary Roach's witty work succeeds as both education and entertainment.<br />
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<i>Flush </i>- Carl Hiaasen</h2>
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Given that papa Underwood - the name "Paine" is on his mug shot the local sheriff's department - named his daughter Abbey "...<i>after one of his favorite writers, some weird old bird who's buried out west in the middle of a desert</i>," it should come as no surprise that he's been known to perform a wee tad of monkey-wrenching¹. And getting caught - which is his most recent problem. With Dad in jail and Mom walking around mumbling the dreaded D-word², young Noah Underwood is having himself a heckuva bad summer. </td></tr>
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<a name='more'></a><br />Dad's locked up in the local clink for scuttling the casino ship <i>Coral Queen</i>. Seems Underwood learned that the owner, Jasper "Dusty" Muleman, has been dumping the holding tanks of his floating crap game (lots of crap games, actually) in the harbor every night after the casino closes, and the effluent keeps polluting the only swimming beach on the Key - not to mention the only place loggerhead turtles have to lay their eggs thereabouts. Paine is not amused - but, then, neither is local law enforcement when he takes matters in his own hands, since they require that there be an arrest and trial before a polluter can be punished.<br />
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With his Dad locked up, Noah decides to take up the family cause - a tough job for a twelve-year-old, especially one who has to contend with both an anal-retentive little sister and a couple of bullies who've already had their growth spurts. Of course, one bully is none other than Jasper Muleman, Jr., which does complicate matters a bit. But take up the cause Noah does, ably assisted by his ramrod-straight little sister and a barb-wire-tattooed, multiple-ear-pierced, fishnet-stockinged bartender on that same <i>Coral Queen</i>, name of Shelly. Given a couple of <i>deus ex machina</i> visits from ol' Scarface the Pirate and the surprisingly sneaky plan the kids have concocted, the three conspirators have a darned good chance of putting paid to Muleman's stinky habits.<br />
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Except that Noah's about to learn that you really shouldn't count your loggerhead turtles before they're hatched...<br />
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<b>After a couple of decades of writing for adults, Carl Hiaasen has apparently decided that it's better to catch 'em while they're young</b>. Beginning with 2003's <i><a href="https://amzn.to/2y67gFq" target="_blank">Hoot</a></i> - winner of a prestigious Newberry Medal - Hiaasen dove headfirst into juvenile fiction. In his second foray into the field, <i>Flush</i>, Hiaasen spins out another tale of an adolescent boy's love and respect for nature and a battle to protect one of the few remaining wild places. Long-time fans of the <i>Miami Herald</i> columnist and best-selling author (<i><a href="https://amzn.to/2V2gxag" target="_blank">Strip Tease</a></i>, <i><a href="https://amzn.to/2UYMfFE" target="_blank">Native Tongue</a></i>) will recognize the themes from his adult fiction - although his quirky characters and sometimes excessive violence have been toned down. Maybe I take that back: the character of Shelly, with her tangerine perfume and her five-inch stilettos is pretty quirky for juvenile fiction.<br />
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Given that <i>Flush </i>is a book for adolescents, you probably assume that the bad guys will end up getting their just deserts and that the last scene in the book to be of the wonders of nature - and you'd be right: your young reader will learn that grime, err, crime does not pay. You'd also be right if you bet that the youthful protagonist will do a little bit of growing up, the cavalry will arrive in time to save the day (more than one day, in fact) and that blood will always be thicker than water - it's a kid's book, after all. It's not all beer and skittles for young Noah, though - he learns the golden rule: them that has the gold makes the rules (but still get it in the end, at least in kid's books, if not in real life). And also note - given that it's a kid's book - you might be a bit taken aback by the fairly adult way that young Noah notices Shelly's... ummm... assets, and perhaps you might be a bit taken aback by Shelly's entire lifestyle. That's between you and your kids, I suppose.<br />
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Unlike <i>Hoot</i>, which had just a couple of un-nice words, the text of <i>Flush</i> is free of anything scatological, quite unlike the beach where the <i>Coral Queen's</i> waste keeps ending up - but your teen (or tween) may get grossed out a time or two and also might get a bit worried when Noah and his sister sneak around in the dark to go up against some pretty mean specimens. Of course, if your idea of good juvenile fiction is the recent <i><a href="https://amzn.to/2UYMfFE" target="_blank">Help Mom, There are Liberals Under My Bed</a></i>, then you might as well forget anything Hiaasen ever wrote and head on over to Zondervan's. Your call.<br />
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Though not quite as much fun as <i>Hoot</i> (admittedly, not much is), <i>Flush </i>is certainly a winner in its own right and gets across the message that Hiaasen wants to impart. I may say it's not quite as good as Hoot, but if this is a sophomore slump, then I'm looking forward to the next one 'cause it ought to be a hum-dinger. Highly recommended - ages 12-15.<br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><i>¹ He's talking about the late Edward Abbey, who wrote </i>The Monkey Wrench Gang<i>.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"><i>² She's talking about Tammy Wynette's big hit, "D-I-V-O-R-C-E"</i></span>
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<i>The Hand that Feeds You</i> - A. J. Rich</h2>
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<td>It’s a dog owner’s worst nightmare: the pet that shares your life has attacked someone. In this case, it was worse… far, far, far worse.<br />
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<b>Morgan Prager came home </b>to her Williamsburg apartment that afternoon only to find her three dogs – a Great Pyrenees and two rescue pit bulls – covered with blood. In her bedroom she found the body of her fiancé Bennett, so savagely mauled that the funeral could only be closed-casket. One of the pitties didn’t survive the arrival of the patrolmen who responded to Morgan’s frantic 9-1-1 call; the other two dogs were bundled off to the local pound’s version of death row. The only reason they stayed alive at all was that they were evidence in a homicide…</td></tr>
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<a name='more'></a><br />About that closed-casket funeral, though. Morgan couldn’t find Bennett’s family; couldn’t even find the apartment he claimed he had in Montreal or the music-promoter business whose website he’d shown her. What she did learn was that Bennett didn’t really exist. The irony was not lost on Morgan, whose thesis in forensic psychology was a study of female victims of predator. Yeah, first-hand knowledge there.<br />
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Morgan dug into her research, finding three other women who’d been scammed by different versions of Bennett, including one who swore he was still alive and emailing her. She had help; a friendly volunteer at the dog prison where her dogs were incarcerated and a lawyer who specialized in saving animals accused of mayhem.<br />
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Her life should have gotten back to normal. But it didn’t.<br />
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More to the point, however, the plot kept this reader, who regularly devours psychological thrillers like this one, guessing until the big reveal. Who was Bennett? Was he really still alive? How did he pull the wool over the eyes of someone who should have been an expert? Did Morgan’s dogs really kill him?</td>
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Read it yourself: you’ll be surprised, I guarantee it…<br />
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<i>The 7th Victim</i> - Alan Jacobson</h2>
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<td>When I read a mystery novel, I generally find myself comparing it to some of my favorite thrillers in the genre. Come on, you do the same thing. Maybe a character sounds familiar, perhaps the setting rings a bell, heaven forbid that the plot follows something I’ve already devoured. The first novel in a series can be critical, because if you don’t like the protagonist, it’s hard for you to come back for another helping. And then again there can be other, structural problems…<br />
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…which is what happened with the first novel in Alan Jacobson’s Karen Vail series, <b><i>The 7th Victim</i></b>. You’d like to identify with Vail, a hard-charging FBI profiler, but Jacobson makes it pretty hard. Let’s get to the plot, and then we’ll explain.</td>
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Complicating Vail’s life are her attraction to one of the members of her task force, the assault charges looming over her head from an altercation with her ex, and the failure of her boss to recognize her obvious brilliance. What can go wrong, has – and will.<br />
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<b>Alan Jacobson isn’t a virgin, having written a series of SEAL-type thrillers</b> that, at a glance, appear to be military thrillers crossed with Indiana Jones. I’ll admit, I’ve only read the synopses. That’s probably all I will read, since they’re all rather old. The first novel in this series was, for what it’s worth, published in 2008, which is why the otherwise stylish Vail sports a BlackBerry instead of an iPhone (she’ll never have an Android…).<br />
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That’s not to mention Vail’s adolescent son being in a coma for half the book. In "Happy Days" parlance, Jacobson jumped the shark in the first episode!<br />
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<i>Snow Crash</i> - Neal Stephenson</h2>
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When you've been given the name Hiro Protagonist, you're typecast from the day your birth certificate was completed. Luckily for our hero Hiro, however, he fits the name quite nicely: he's a world-class swordsman when wielding the <i>katana </i>his father left him, not to mention being a world-class hacker. On that last point, he's one of the original founders of the virtual-reality world known as the Metaverse — which means he can get into its most famous virtual nightclub, the Black Sun, any time he wants. In real life, Hiro's found that freelance hacking jobs are sparse and swordplay doesn't pay at all, so he's employed as a deliveryman for the Mafia. A pizza deliveryman...</div>
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A partnership of convenience is formed when Y. T., Lolita-esque blonde skateboarding "Kourier," saves Hiro's bacon by delivering his last-ever pizza (last ever 'cause his car was at that time sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool). They'll partner 50:50 to deal in information, the only real currency in an age where trillion-dollar bills ("Meeses") are most useful when shredded for kitty litter, and most worldwide franchises print "local" money that's far more stable than the poor ol' greenback.<br />
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Hiro may have uncovered an information mother lode when he witnesses one of his oldest friends succumb to a new designer drug called <i><b>Snow Crash</b></i>: poor Da5id's brain undergoes its own form of crash upon first exposure; a juicy tidbit of information that the newbie partnership can surely sell somewhere. Problem being that there's a war going on out there, and Hiro and Y. T. have been swept up in its middle. Players like the Mafia, Reverend Wayne's Church of the Pearly Gates, and Mr. Lee's Greater Hong Kong are going at it tooth and nail out there; mainly on some gigantic Sargasso of a floating Asian refugee camp that's spent the last decade drifting clockwise on the North Pacific Gyre. At its center? the "yacht" — a converted aircraft carrier — belonging to the richest man in the world (too much, L. Bob Rife believes, just ain't enough). Hiro's suddenly found himself with a damsel in distress, a world on the line, and a nuke-toting Aleut warrior to dodge both in RL and VR. That, and the very real possibility that he'll undergo a <i>Snow Crash</i> of his own.</div>
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<b>Following crookedly in the footsteps of William Gibson's Sprawl Trilogy</b>, Neal Stepehnson's third novel has been touted in many a quarter as a novel of cyberpunk on the same level. Mmmmmmmm, maybe... What <i>Snow Crash</i> most certainly is, viewed from almost thirty years after publication, is surprisingly visionary; and surprisingly fresh. With the exception of the occasional outdated reference to '80s cultural icons (how many cyberpunk readers today will know where quadrillion-dollar "Gippers" get their name, much less trillion-dollar "Meeses"?), <i>Snow Crash</i> might have rolled off the presses a few weeks ago.</div>
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Stephenson's vision of early Century-21 LA features little that's completely new: the "Burbclaves" (Suburban Enclaves) are old hat to SciFi fans, as are the concepts of the franchising of America, hyperinflation (ask any modern Zimbabwean...), and the use of religion to control the masses (ask Karl Marx...). Yet Stephenson clearly manages to cast old pieces in a new light; much as he did by draping the Cosa Nostra's code over delivering pizza. Likewise, Stephenson's virtual reality Metaverse is much like the VR world constructed by Gibson before him, as is the sprawling (pun intended) cityscape of LA. Where Stephenson differs from his cyberpunk predecessors (and those who followed) is when he veers into the anthropo-mythological world of ancient Sumer; propounding for his villains the resurrection of a long-dormant virus carried by... well, you'll see. Though at times bordering on the pedantic, Stephenson's intercalation of the Sumerian connection remains readable, even nearly plausible.</div>
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Where Stephenson gets a little on the icky side is in choosing to place Y. T.'s age at fifteen; a decision that in some circles is most certainly looked upon as tantamount to kiddie porn. That a fifteen-year-old is sexually mature (and that plenty of them are sexually active) goes without question, but the plot would have been just as well served if his nubile young skateboarder were old enough to vote. Stephenson clearly revels in the naughtiness, however, for in Y. T.'s first encounter with Hiro she "poons" him. Never mind that said poon's har- and not -tang, the imagery remains crystal clear.</div>
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Justifiably renowned for its vision, its heroic (and Hiroic) characters, its complex villains, and its deft plotting; <i>Snow Crash</i> also led the first wired generation out to the end of the Internet and showed them the future. We who inhabit the real 21st century may not like every last aspect of that future, but Stephenson's is quite as valid a prognostication as any before his - and as many a prediction afterwards. That he was capable of slipping in the occasional sly dig at the culture of the '80s is just gravy.</div>
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<i>Careful What You Wish For</i> - Hallie Ephron</h2>
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Like the Bushes and the Kennedys in politics and the Barrymores in theater, there are dynasties in fiction. Some are more successful than others: think Steven King and his son, Joe Hill (ignore Tabitha, though…) in the world of horror; or James Lee Burke and daughter Alafair if your taste runs to mysteries. And then there are the Ephron sisters… everyone knows Nora for such films as “Sleepless in Seattle” or “Silkwood,” but did you know that her sister Hallie Ephron is also a writer? Neither did I, at least before I picked up a copy of <i><b>Careful What You Wish For</b></i>… and I’m still not sure.<br />
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<b>Meet Emily Harlow, erstwhile third-grade teacher turned Marie Kondo</b> clone; right down to that whole “spark joy” bushwa. She and a buddy operate Freeze-Frame Clutter Kickers, one of those “organizer” services that help hoarders and near-hoarders clean out their closets. Yeah, as if… Truth be told, Emily should be helping her husband, Frank, clean up all his junk.<br />
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<b>Roger Ebert used to rail about something he called the “idiot plot,”</b> a plot that would collapse under its own weight if everyone involved weren’t an idiot. Idiot number one is Emily, who just doesn’t seem to get it. All these “coincidences”? All these strange things that go on, beginning with the woman who wants everything thrown away and right now! to finding the body of one client's husband in the storage unit belonging to another client's husband. Yeah as if all that seems likely.<br />
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Charlie Grant's two BFFs were murdered exactly one year apart on January 21st, both cases still unsolved. With just a few days left before she expects to meet her own death on that wintry date, Charlie's gone underground in Beantown. She's turned herself into a lean, mean, fighting machine and armed herself for bear - but she's still certain she knows what date will be carved to the right of the dash on her tombstone. That's when she comes on Warren's radar; not because she seems afraid but she seems somehow… guilty.<br />
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Charlie's life story is anything but simple: she survived her mother's Münchausen's by Proxy¹ as a child; ultimately being raised by a doting aunt after her mother stabbed her, set the house on fire, and disappeared into the night when Charlie was just eight. Was that troubled childhood enough to make Charlie a stone killer, perhaps her psyche as warped as her mother's? Warren and Detective O., on loan from sex crimes, find themselves half-convinced that Charlie is not what she seems… and they could be right.<br />
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<b><i>Catch Me </i>is the sixth D. D. Warren novel </b>from New Hampshire author Lisa Gardner (following <i>Love You More</i> and followed by <i>Fear Nothing</i>). Gardner also wrote the Pierce/Kimberly Quincy Series (<i>The Next Accident</i> - the Quincys make cameo appearances in Catch Me) and a handful of standalones; as well as having penned a series of romance novels under the name Alicia Scott. Warren, fortyish, is a brand new mother (of the unmarried variety) with parent issues and a small but doughty squad of BPD detectives.<br />
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As is apparently <i>de rigeuer</i> for modern crime fiction, Gardner's plot for <i>Catch Me</i> requires the intersection of two apparently unrelated murder cases. That's not to mention the involvement of not only just one rare but highly popular psychological condition (MSbP) but also that favorite of mystery writers, a serial killer. Gardner manages to pull off a tough assignment: making a serial killer just a wee bit sympathetic, given that s/he likes to put a bullet in the brain of pedophiles and sexual predators. In the process of laying out her plot, she publishes a couple of paragraphs that really should be required reading for every parent who lets a child go online. Makes me glad not to have little kids in the age of the internet!<br />
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Although D. D. Warren is <i>Catch Me</i>'s title character, the true protagonist is Charlene Rosalind Carter Grant; enough so that Gardner writes Charlie's narrative in first person while writing Warren's sections in third. In spite of a "tightly-wound" personality (pretty much understandable under the circumstances), Charlie comes off as a highly sympathetic character, even when Warren <i>et al</i>. are "liking her" as a murderer. Of course, her kindness to animals cements her as an all-around good guy… Segments focused on Warren's family life (complete with her puzzled and puzzling parents) are intended, presumably, to soften the hard edges of her top cop persona. Gardner demonstrates a good handle on creation of sympathetic characters, people with whom readers can find common ground.<br />
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When it comes to plotting, <i>Catch Me</i> seems a tad weaker. The novel is clearly character-driven and, as a result, the plot is somewhat thin. That's not to say that the premises aren't inventive, regardless of the plot's dependence on some hackneyed themes, but to this reader the manner in which the killer is revealed and the manner in which s/he was inserted into the plot strain credulity. The willing suspension of disbelief works - is actually a requirement - for SciFi, but when it comes to crime fiction this reader needs a little more reality and a little less reliance on that particular cognitive process.<br />
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Overall, <i>Catch Me</i> has characters that resound combined with some inventive premises, but is marred by introduction of an improbable villain.<br />
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<i><span style="color: blue; font-size: small;">¹ Münchausen Syndrome by Proxy (MSbP) is a psychological malady orders of magnitude more common in fiction than in real life: a caregiver (usually a mother) causes illness and injury in his/her charge in order to get attention and sympathy for him/herself. </span></i><br />
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<b>Plus</b>: premise and characters<br />
<b>Minus</b>: improbable villain<br />
<b>What They're Saying</b>: <i>Catch Me</i> has likable characters and an inventive premise, but that villain? Gimme a break...</div>
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<script src="//z-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/onejs?MarketPlace=US"></script>Steven Mrakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06895351856452438924noreply@blogger.com0