PLB 0-688-13974-4 Stutson’s rhymed depiction of the cowboy’s life on the range is merry, but the watercolor locales steal the show. The text is unintrusive: “Rising slowly, cowpokes wake./Boots and vests and leather chaps./Bright bandanna. Cow poke hats./Eating flapjacks stack by stack.” San Souci sets the cowpokes’ actions the big open: mesas in the distance, aromatic sage, the blue sky high and wide. His cowpokes (among them, Austin, who is “quieter than a hole in the ground,”) are good time, strong-jawed caricatures. These pages offer a notion of how cowboys spend their days and a distinct sense of the Western landscape, which beckons enticingly. It is a fusion of text and art that works admirably well. (Picture book. 2-4)
Pub Date: Sept. 1, 1999
ISBN: 0-688-13973-6
Page Count: 24
Publisher: N/A
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 1999
Tennis pro, Vietnam vet, and intelligence operative Brad Smith, who first served in Dropshot (1990), quits an irritating job in Texas to head for Montana, where his unusual skills are needed to open a new tennis resort and locate a murderous nearby secret agent. Well, whom else would you call to clean out the spies plaguing a mysterious Air Force lab just a backhand away from a troubled tennis camp? The debt-ridden sports resort, just bought by Smith's old tennis and spying pal Ted Treacher, provides the perfect cover for Smith—the only tennis-playing spy in America capable of recognizing his old archenemy Sylvester, the Soviet spy responsible for the death of Smith's late Yugoslavian tennis- playing wife. Sylvester, operating with a completely new face fresh from the plastic surgeon, is in Big Sky country to snatch a bit of strategic-defense technology from the research lab whose powerful secret electromagnetic pulses have been giving the local children leukemia. Also neighboring the resort is a secret toxic- waste dump owned by a beautiful but ruthless capitalist hussy who wants to close down the country club so she can get her toxic wastes back. Smith has to sort out all these secrets while cleaning up the financial and managerial mess his chum has made of what should be a fabulous destination for rich tennis players. Sylvester shoots at him, a sadistic deputy shoots at him, and Ivan Lendl shoots at him. Bodies pop out of the golf course. Credibility crushed in straight sets 6-2, 6-0, 6-1.
Pub Date: June 20, 1991
ISBN: 0-312-85143-X
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Tor
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 15, 1991
For this traditional lullaby—“Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry./Go to sleepy, little baby./And when you wake, you’ll have cake/and all the pretty little horses”—Saport has taken her cues from the American South, where the song may have originated. The images she concocts are theatrical, with bakers and cakes streaming by, and a small boy atop a horse as it, and the rest of the horses, arching through the sky, pull an orange-colored carriage with a baker at the reins. The elegantly modulated pastels give an impression of twilight, while elements dusted in white and gold shine luminously, offering comfort. (Picture book/folklore. 2-4)
Pub Date: Sept. 20, 1999
ISBN: 0-395-93097-9
Page Count: 32
Publisher: Clarion Books
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 1999
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