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KINGS OF MANY CASTLES

Charlie’s battles in the bureaucratic killing fields are usually worth the price (Dead Men Living, 2000, etc.), but here we...

Despite a two-novel rest, MI5’s Charlie Muffin returns to the fray a bit frayed at the edges.

He’s a little grayer, plumper, slower on the uptake, and maybe in need of still more vacation. Even so, Charlie makes the scene with enough residual style to assure a performance classier than what you get from the bulk of the genre’s spying fraternity. This time out, Charlie’s been posted to Moscow, where we find him living secretly with Natalia Fedova, his long-time girlfriend—and mother of his child—who’s now a very senior official in Russian intelligence. Charlie's relationship with Natalia is frayed at the edges, too, the strains and stresses of inimical jobs having begun to wear down sensibilities. Shove all that to the back, however, when shots are suddenly fired and complications ensue on a variety of diplomatic fronts. The Russian president is gunned down, as is the wife of the visiting American president, both severely wounded, neither certain to survive. Arrested and charged with the crime is George Bendall, son of the infamous British turncoat who defected some 30 years earlier. At first—what with a battery of TV news cameras bearing full witness—agreement is general that the case against Bendall is rock-solid, but Charlie has seldom been swayed by conventional wisdom. He picks up on a familiar scent, the one given off by sweaty conspirators manipulating events on behalf of iniquitous agendas. In fact, what Charlie smells is the KGB—never mind that it no longer exists. Old spooks never dematerialize, he knows. They simply change their acronyms.

Charlie’s battles in the bureaucratic killing fields are usually worth the price (Dead Men Living, 2000, etc.), but here we get them unstintingly. It turns out to be too much of a good thing.

Pub Date: Dec. 1, 2002

ISBN: 0-312-30412-9

Page Count: 352

Publisher: Dunne/St. Martin's

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 2002

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DEVOLUTION

A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.

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Are we not men? We are—well, ask Bigfoot, as Brooks does in this delightful yarn, following on his bestseller World War Z(2006).

A zombie apocalypse is one thing. A volcanic eruption is quite another, for, as the journalist who does a framing voice-over narration for Brooks’ latest puts it, when Mount Rainier popped its cork, “it was the psychological aspect, the hyperbole-fueled hysteria that had ended up killing the most people.” Maybe, but the sasquatches whom the volcano displaced contributed to the statistics, too, if only out of self-defense. Brooks places the epicenter of the Bigfoot war in a high-tech hideaway populated by the kind of people you might find in a Jurassic Park franchise: the schmo who doesn’t know how to do much of anything but tries anyway, the well-intentioned bleeding heart, the know-it-all intellectual who turns out to know the wrong things, the immigrant with a tough backstory and an instinct for survival. Indeed, the novel does double duty as a survival manual, packed full of good advice—for instance, try not to get wounded, for “injury turns you from a giver to a taker. Taking up our resources, our time to care for you.” Brooks presents a case for making room for Bigfoot in the world while peppering his narrative with timely social criticism about bad behavior on the human side of the conflict: The explosion of Rainier might have been better forecast had the president not slashed the budget of the U.S. Geological Survey, leading to “immediate suspension of the National Volcano Early Warning System,” and there’s always someone around looking to monetize the natural disaster and the sasquatch-y onslaught that follows. Brooks is a pro at building suspense even if it plays out in some rather spectacularly yucky episodes, one involving a short spear that takes its name from “the sucking sound of pulling it out of the dead man’s heart and lungs.” Grossness aside, it puts you right there on the scene.

A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.

Pub Date: June 16, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9848-2678-7

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Del Rey/Ballantine

Review Posted Online: Feb. 9, 2020

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2020

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THE SILENT PATIENT

Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.

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A woman accused of shooting her husband six times in the face refuses to speak.

"Alicia Berenson was thirty-three years old when she killed her husband. They had been married for seven years. They were both artists—Alicia was a painter, and Gabriel was a well-known fashion photographer." Michaelides' debut is narrated in the voice of psychotherapist Theo Faber, who applies for a job at the institution where Alicia is incarcerated because he's fascinated with her case and believes he will be able to get her to talk. The narration of the increasingly unrealistic events that follow is interwoven with excerpts from Alicia's diary. Ah, yes, the old interwoven diary trick. When you read Alicia's diary you'll conclude the woman could well have been a novelist instead of a painter because it contains page after page of detailed dialogue, scenes, and conversations quite unlike those in any journal you've ever seen. " 'What's the matter?' 'I can't talk about it on the phone, I need to see you.' 'It's just—I'm not sure I can make it up to Cambridge at the minute.' 'I'll come to you. This afternoon. Okay?' Something in Paul's voice made me agree without thinking about it. He sounded desperate. 'Okay. Are you sure you can't tell me about it now?' 'I'll see you later.' Paul hung up." Wouldn't all this appear in a diary as "Paul wouldn't tell me what was wrong"? An even more improbable entry is the one that pins the tail on the killer. While much of the book is clumsy, contrived, and silly, it is while reading passages of the diary that one may actually find oneself laughing out loud.

Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.

Pub Date: Feb. 5, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-250-30169-7

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Celadon Books

Review Posted Online: Nov. 3, 2018

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2018

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