The model is clearly Agatha Christie, yet the excruciatingly woolly dialogue reads more like George V. Higgins inexplicably...
Posadas pushes the high-concept whodunit pastiche of Little Indiscretions (2003) a step further into high comedy, without a single laugh.
Now that Rafael Molinet’s mother has died, he’s both bankrupt and friendless. With nothing left to live for, he decides after a last chat with his niece Fernanda to take an overdose of pills—not in his threadbare London apartment, but as the climax of a two-week vacation at L’Hirondelle d’Or, a luxurious desert spa 65 miles from Fez. While he’s waiting to run up one last bill he won’t be paying, he cheerlessly amuses himself by observing his fellow guests: the distinguished Marquis de Cuevas, recently widowed Mercedes Algorta, radio personality Antonio Sánchez López, his black-sheep blue-blood companion Ana Fernández de Bugambilla, screenwriter Santiago Arce and long-time lovers Bernardo and Bea, who imagine nobody knows about their very public affair. Fortified by a steady diet of newsy faxes from Fernanda to Molinet, as well as book proposals from junkyard dog publisher Juan Pedro Bonilla to the rest of the cast, the principals hunker down to two-dozen rounds of Pimms, very dry martinis and monumentally trivial gossip. But a funny thing happens on the way to Molinet’s funeral. A chance remark by another guest—“Did SHE let him die?”—causes him to link the recent death of Mercedes’ husband Jaime Valdés, who choked to death on an almond, with the demise long ago of his father, Bertie Molinet, who fell down a long flight of stairs under the eyes of three ill-assorted witnesses. It isn’t long (though it sure seems long) before Molinet is contemplating a third mysterious death that still isn’t his.The model is clearly Agatha Christie, yet the excruciatingly woolly dialogue reads more like George V. Higgins inexplicably passing the time at a Moroccan spa.
Pub Date: Aug. 9, 2005
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Random House
Review Posted Online: June 24, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 1, 2005
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by Kathy Reichs ‧ RELEASE DATE: March 17, 2020
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
Page Count: 352
Review Posted Online: Dec. 22, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020
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by James Patterson ‧ RELEASE DATE: Nov. 5, 2003
As in summer movies, a triple dose of violence conceals the absence of real menace when neither victims nor avengers stir...
Dr. Alex Cross has left Metro DC Homicide for the FBI, but it’s business as usual in this laughably rough-hewn fairy tale of modern-day white slavery.
According to reliable sources, more people are being sold into slavery than ever before, and it all seems to be going down on the FBI’s watch. Atlanta ex-reporter Elizabeth Connolly, who looks just like Claudia Schiffer, is the ninth target over the past two years to be abducted by a husband-and-wife pair who travel the country at the behest of the nefarious Pasha Sorokin, the Wolf of the Red Mafiya. The only clues are those deliberately left behind by the kidnappers, who snatch fashion designer Audrey Meek from the King of Prussia Mall in full view of her children, or patrons like Audrey’s purchaser, who ends up releasing her and killing himself. Who you gonna call? Alex Cross, of course. Even though he still hasn’t finished the Agency’s training course, all the higher-ups he runs into, from hardcases who trust him to lickspittles seething with envy, have obviously read his dossier (Four Blind Mice, 2002, etc.), and they know the new guy is “close to psychic,” a “one-man flying squad” who’s already a legend, “like Clarice Starling in the movies.” It’s lucky that Cross’s reputation precedes him, because his fond creator doesn’t give him much to do here but chase suspects identified by obliging tipsters and worry about his family (Alex Jr.’s mother, alarmed at Cross’s dangerous job, is suing for custody) while the Wolf and his cronies—Sterling, Mr. Potter, the Art Director, Sphinx, and the Marvel—kidnap more dishy women (and the occasional gay man) and kill everybody who gets in their way, and quite a few poor souls who don’t.As in summer movies, a triple dose of violence conceals the absence of real menace when neither victims nor avengers stir the slightest sympathy.
Pub Date: Nov. 5, 2003
Page Count: 400
Publisher: Little, Brown
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 2003
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