A killer so robotic that he seems sedated keeps a rather classically constructed, and very British, tale from being much...
There’s a killer on the loose in England, and no psychotherapist is safe.
As insane murderers go, Donald Dorricks is fairly unusual. The blithely amusing Rubens (A Solitary Grief, 1991, etc.) gives him a pretty narrowly defined plan (at least the part readers are allowed to know about via his diary extracts), which boils down to murdering exactly nine psychotherapists. Dorricks is an extremely neat-and-tidy killer, usually wearing a mackintosh to keep the blood off, gloves for no fingerprints. Posing as a patient, he will show up for his first appointment, verbally toy with the unsuspecting victim for a bit, then garrote same with a length of guitar string. Then he departs, as unassumingly as he came, leaving not the faintest clue for poor Inspector Wilkins, who had the bad luck to be assigned the case. Rubens gives us the story from two other angles than Dorricks’s spare, joyful diary excerpts (with titles like “Four Down, Five to Go”). There’s the mournful, at-a-loss Wilkins view, then that of Dorricks’s wife Verine, who regularly visits the killer in jail—the trial didn’t go well for the unapologetic serialist, and much of the story is in flashback. Wilkins is a pretty sad creation, without clues and mostly just hoping (though he knows he shouldn’t) for another victim, this time with maybe a fingerprint left behind. Verine has played the dutiful, wifely doormat for their entire marriage, and is only now, even after Dorricks’s absurd defense (he admits to the murders but claims that his motive, revealed only at the climax, renders him “innocent”), is realizing just how giulty he is. Rubens has a neat, unfussy approach to the material, much in keeping with Dorricks’s killing style. It makes for rather heartless reading, but not without lightening dashes of black humor.
A killer so robotic that he seems sedated keeps a rather classically constructed, and very British, tale from being much more than an exercise in style.Pub Date: Feb. 1, 2004
ISBN: 0-349-11650-4
Page Count: 248
Publisher: Abacus/Trafalgar
Review Posted Online: June 24, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 2003
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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
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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