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NINETEEN SEVENTY-SEVEN

The big sweet hell of a sleepover in bloody hospital rubbish, with pieces of bone, lumps of brain, and white panties.

Admirers of last year’s Nineteen Seventy-Four (the first in the Red Riding Quartet), awash in cut up bodies, castration, girls scalped, strangled, stuff like that may sit back and fix themselves a rich second helping of the same bloody pudding, now even worse, if the tum-tum’s game.

The Yorkshire Ripper’s loose in Chapeltown, colorful bloke likes to really damage prostitutes, bash in their skulls, cut their throats, hollow out their breasts and stomachs with a screwdriver. Third body the constables know about is that of Mrs. Marie Watts, a prosty, and with the Jubilee upon us, we can expect enough bodies for two Rippers—and there may be two. So the whole Chapeltown force becomes the prostitute murder squad, sent out to interview all the local prosties for johns who like a bit of strange—say, biting, or up the arse without a condom or a by your leave, spooky stuff, give us names and addresses, ladies. Peace lays on such heavy lashings of British police argot that few US readers will grasp every turn of phrase or obscene coinage. We hop about with copper Bob Fraser, sometimes in the first-person, and Yorkshire Post correspondent Jack Whitehead, also sometimes in the first-person. All told, six women are murdered, four assaulted—including Bob Fraser’s girlfriend, Janice Ryan, who is pregnant with his child and for whom he pimps, and Jack Whitehead’s prosty, Ka Su Peng (assaulted only). Meanwhile, peppered over every chapter, are true-crime slayings and grisly bloodlettings from 1977’s newspapers until Nineteen Seventy-Seven is a Boschian landscape of corpses chest-deep in gore, no longer the mere tea-party of previous installment. Not an easy novel to follow, and many will have to read the end twice to make sense of the frantic battery and horror Peace lets fly, with one Ripper at least getting a taste of his own screwdriver.

The big sweet hell of a sleepover in bloody hospital rubbish, with pieces of bone, lumps of brain, and white panties.

Pub Date: Aug. 1, 2001

ISBN: 1-85242-639-X

Page Count: 332

Publisher: Serpent’s Tail

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2001

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LAST ORDERS

Britisher Swift's sixth novel (Ever After, 1992 etc.) and fourth to appear here is a slow-to-start but then captivating tale of English working-class families in the four decades following WW II. When Jack Dodds dies suddenly of cancer after years of running a butcher shop in London, he leaves a strange request—namely, that his ashes be scattered off Margate pier into the sea. And who could better be suited to fulfill this wish than his three oldest drinking buddies—insurance man Ray, vegetable seller Lenny, and undertaker Vic, all of whom, like Jack himself, fought also as soldiers or sailors in the long-ago world war. Swift's narrative start, with its potential for the melodramatic, is developed instead with an economy, heart, and eye that release (through the characters' own voices, one after another) the story's humanity and depth instead of its schmaltz. The jokes may be weak and self- conscious when the three old friends meet at their local pub in the company of the urn holding Jack's ashes; but once the group gets on the road, in an expensive car driven by Jack's adoptive son, Vince, the story starts gradually to move forward, cohere, and deepen. The reader learns in time why it is that no wife comes along, why three marriages out of three broke apart, and why Vince always hated his stepfather Jack and still does—or so he thinks. There will be stories of innocent youth, suffering wives, early loves, lost daughters, secret affairs, and old antagonisms—including a fistfight over the dead on an English hilltop, and a strewing of Jack's ashes into roiling seawaves that will draw up feelings perhaps unexpectedly strong. Without affectation, Swift listens closely to the lives that are his subject and creates a songbook of voices part lyric, part epic, part working-class social realism—with, in all, the ring to it of the honest, human, and true.

Pub Date: April 5, 1996

ISBN: 0-679-41224-7

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Knopf

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 15, 1996

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SAG HARBOR

Not as thematically ambitious as Whitehead’s earlier work, but a whole lot of fun to read.

Another surprise from an author who never writes the same novel twice.

Though Whitehead has earned considerable critical acclaim for his earlier work—in particular his debut (The Intuitionist, 1999) and its successor (John Henry Days, 2001)—he’ll likely reach a wider readership with his warmest novel to date. Funniest as well, though there have been flashes of humor throughout his writing. The author blurs the line between fiction and memoir as he recounts the coming-of-age summer of 15-year-old Benji Cooper in the family’s summer retreat of New York’s Sag Harbor. “According to the world, we were the definition of paradox: black boys with beach houses,” writes Whitehead. Caucasians are only an occasional curiosity within this idyll, and parents are mostly absent as well. Each chapter is pretty much a self-contained entity, corresponding to a rite of passage: getting the first job, negotiating the mysteries of the opposite sex. There’s an accident with a BB gun and plenty of episodes of convincing someone older to buy beer, but not much really happens during this particular summer. Yet by the end of it, Benji is well on his way to becoming Ben, and he realizes that he is a different person than when the summer started. He also realizes that this time in his life will eventually live only in memory. There might be some distinctions between Benji and Whitehead, though the novelist also spent his youthful summers in Sag Harbor and was the same age as Benji in 1985, when the novel is set. Yet the first-person narrator has the novelist’s eye for detail, craft of character development and analytical instincts for sharp social commentary.

Not as thematically ambitious as Whitehead’s earlier work, but a whole lot of fun to read.

Pub Date: April 28, 2009

ISBN: 978-0-385-52765-1

Page Count: 288

Publisher: Doubleday

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2009

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