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TRUECRIME

The big buildup leads to the big letdown.

A thriller that promises something new ends up delivering something old.

Arnott (He Kills Coppers, 2002, etc.) gives readers every reason to expect an exciting ramble through London’s mean streets. As he’s shown before, he has a deft touch with postmodern noir, his plotting is intricate, his views appropriately existential, his characters ambitious and ambiguous. With nary a whiff of pretense, he also makes bright allusions, subtle and direct, in this case to Orwell, Brecht, R.L. Stevenson, and, of course, Dashiell Hammett. Arnott works several plot lines. The first and eventually dominant thread follows self-loathing crime writer Tony Meehan as he extracts details from the life of ex-con Eddie Doyle, whose biography Meehan is ghostwriting. At a funeral, a glimpse of mobster Harry Starks jolts Doyle. The two had been part of a bullion heist in which Starks cut Doyle from a share of the take, and now Doyle wants what’s his. Like Doyle, Julie McClusky, the center of a second thread, wants revenge, in her case for the rubout of her gangland father. An actress, Julie eventually realizes the best means to this end is to back the film her boyfriend wants to make about the London mob. Research on the film will give her a cover to track her father’s killer—the movie’s the thing wherein she’ll catch the leader of the ring. Arnott moves ahead swiftly, getting off some good lines, but, though drawn rather well, the characters and their scenes lack edge and surprise. When actors playing cons and cons playing actors move onto the film set for the final confrontation, a sinking feeling sets in as the too-familiar significance of the title’s merged words becomes clear: art often blurs with reality, though the latter, however haphazard, is what you’re left with.

The big buildup leads to the big letdown.

Pub Date: Oct. 1, 2004

ISBN: 1-56947-373-0

Page Count: 344

Publisher: Soho

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 2004

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A CONSPIRACY OF BONES

Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.

Another sweltering month in Charlotte, another boatload of mysteries past and present for overworked, overstressed forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan.

A week after the night she chases but fails to catch a mysterious trespasser outside her town house, some unknown party texts Tempe four images of a corpse that looks as if it’s been chewed by wild hogs, because it has been. Showboat Medical Examiner Margot Heavner makes it clear that, breaking with her department’s earlier practice (The Bone Collection, 2016, etc.), she has no intention of calling in Tempe as a consultant and promptly identifies the faceless body herself as that of a young Asian man. Nettled by several errors in Heavner’s analysis, and even more by her willingness to share the gory details at a press conference, Tempe launches her own investigation, which is not so much off the books as against the books. Heavner isn’t exactly mollified when Tempe, aided by retired police detective Skinny Slidell and a host of experts, puts a name to the dead man. But the hints of other crimes Tempe’s identification uncovers, particularly crimes against children, spur her on to redouble her efforts despite the new M.E.’s splenetic outbursts. Before he died, it seems, Felix Vodyanov was linked to a passenger ferry that sank in 1994, an even earlier U.S. government project to research biological agents that could control human behavior, the hinky spiritual retreat Sparkling Waters, the dark web site DeepUnder, and the disappearances of at least four schoolchildren, two of whom have also turned up dead. And why on earth was Vodyanov carrying Tempe’s own contact information? The mounting evidence of ever more and ever worse skulduggery will pull Tempe deeper and deeper down what even she sees as a rabbit hole before she confronts a ringleader implicated in “Drugs. Fraud. Breaking and entering. Arson. Kidnapping. How does attempted murder sound?”

Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.

Pub Date: March 17, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9821-3888-2

Page Count: 352

Publisher: Scribner

Review Posted Online: Dec. 22, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020

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THE WINNER

Irritatingly trite woman-in-periler from lawyer-turned-novelist Baldacci. Moving away from the White House and the white-shoe Washington law firms of his previous bestsellers (Absolute Power, 1996; Total Control, 1997), Baldacci comes up with LuAnn Tyler, a spunky, impossibly beautiful, white-trash truck stop waitress with a no-good husband and a terminally cute infant daughter in tow. Some months after the birth of Lisa, LuAnn gets a phone call summoning her to a make-shift office in an unrented storefront of the local shopping mall. There, she gets a Faustian offer from a Mr. Jackson, a monomaniacal, cross-dressing manipulator who apparently knows the winning numbers in the national lottery before the numbers are drawn. It seems that LuAnn fits the media profile of what a lottery winner should be—poor, undereducated but proud—and if she's willing to buy the right ticket at the right time and transfer most of her winnings to Jackson, she'll be able to retire in luxury. Jackson fails to inform her, however, that if she refuses his offer, he'll have her killed. Before that can happen, as luck would have it, LuAnn barely escapes death when one of husband Duane's drug deals goes bad. She hops on a first-class Amtrak sleeper to Manhattan with a hired executioner in pursuit. But executioner Charlie, one of Jackson's paid handlers, can't help but hear wedding bells when he sees LuAnn cooing with her daughter. Alas, a winning $100- million lottery drawing complicates things. Jackson spirits LuAnn and Lisa away to Sweden, with Charlie in pursuit. Never fear. Not only will LuAnn escape a series of increasingly violent predicaments, but she'll also outwit Jackson, pay an enormous tax bill to the IRS, and have enough left over to honeymoon in Switzerland. Too preposterous to work as feminine wish-fulfillment, too formulaic to be suspenseful. (Book-of-the-Month Club main selection)

Pub Date: Dec. 2, 1997

ISBN: 0-446-52259-7

Page Count: 528

Publisher: N/A

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 1997

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