Second-novelist Rosenbaum (the Edgar-nominated Zaddik, 1993) returns with a tightly placed story of thieves, double-crosses, and the Russian mafia. Sasha is a likable con man who's left Mother Russia for New York City's the ÇmigrÇ community of Brighton Beach. His hustles include everything from babies for shady adoptions to phony Small Business Administration Loans. Then Boris, an old friend from Russia, arrives—and is promptly murdered, in front of Sasha. Sasha flees the scene, taking the antique box Boris was supposed to deliver to a third party. Thinking Boris's death is linked to the box, he hides it at the apartment of Maddy Malloy, a newspaper reporter working on the story of the murder. She knows that Sasha has stashed it in her closet, but she's fallen for him. The murder investigation ties Boris and Sasha to organized crime, plus Maddy realizes that almost everything Sasha has told her was untrue, and still she lies to the police and her editor about her relationship with him—and the location of the mystery box. Meantime, Sasha has fled to Russia to get away from whoever killed Boris. There, he discovers that the box contained Russian uranium, and that the buyer was the CIA (which is trying to keep former Soviet supplies away from bad-guy nations). Sasha returns to the US to recover the uranium, but by this time a whole lot of folks have the same idea: former KGB agents, the CIA, two sets of Russian Mafioso, and various freelance thugs. And most of them target Maddy, thanks to Sasha. Further complicating life is the search for a hidden cache of art, valuable in its own right as well as being a means to smuggle future shipments of uranium. Fast, intriguing, and often violent. Even when he's a jerk, you'll find yourself pulling for Sasha. (Author tour)

Pub Date: July 5, 1995

ISBN: 0-89296-591-6

Page Count: 400

Publisher: N/A

Review Posted Online: May 20, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 1995

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An enjoyable, cozy novel that touches on tough topics.


A group of strangers who live near each other in London become fast friends after writing their deepest secrets in a shared notebook.

Julian Jessop, a septuagenarian artist, is bone-crushingly lonely when he starts “The Authenticity Project”—as he titles a slim green notebook—and begins its first handwritten entry questioning how well people know each other in his tiny corner of London. After 15 years on his own mourning the loss of his beloved wife, he begins the project with the aim that whoever finds the little volume when he leaves it in a cafe will share their true self with their own entry and then pass the volume on to a stranger. The second person to share their inner selves in the notebook’s pages is Monica, 37, owner of a failing cafe and a former corporate lawyer who desperately wants to have a baby. From there the story unfolds, as the volume travels to Thailand and back to London, seemingly destined to fall only into the hands of people—an alcoholic drug addict, an Australian tourist, a social media influencer/new mother, etc.—who already live clustered together geographically. This is a glossy tale where difficulties and addictions appear and are overcome, where lies are told and then forgiven, where love is sought and found, and where truths, once spoken, can set you free. Secondary characters, including an interracial gay couple, appear with their own nuanced parts in the story. The message is strong, urging readers to get off their smartphones and social media and live in the real, authentic world—no chain stores or brands allowed here—making friends and forming a real-life community and support network. And is that really a bad thing?

An enjoyable, cozy novel that touches on tough topics.

Pub Date: Feb. 4, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9848-7861-8

Page Count: 368

Publisher: Pamela Dorman/Viking

Review Posted Online: Oct. 27, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2019

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A strict report, worthy of sympathy.


A violent surfacing of adolescence (which has little in common with Tarkington's earlier, broadly comic, Seventeen) has a compulsive impact.

"Nobody big except me" is the dream world of Holden Caulfield and his first person story is down to the basic, drab English of the pre-collegiate. For Holden is now being bounced from fancy prep, and, after a vicious evening with hall- and roommates, heads for New York to try to keep his latest failure from his parents. He tries to have a wild evening (all he does is pay the check), is terrorized by the hotel elevator man and his on-call whore, has a date with a girl he likes—and hates, sees his 10 year old sister, Phoebe. He also visits a sympathetic English teacher after trying on a drunken session, and when he keeps his date with Phoebe, who turns up with her suitcase to join him on his flight, he heads home to a hospital siege. This is tender and true, and impossible, in its picture of the old hells of young boys, the lonesomeness and tentative attempts to be mature and secure, the awful block between youth and being grown-up, the fright and sickness that humans and their behavior cause the challenging, the dramatization of the big bang. It is a sorry little worm's view of the off-beat of adult pressure, of contemporary strictures and conformity, of sentiment….

A strict report, worthy of sympathy.

Pub Date: June 15, 1951

ISBN: 0316769177

Page Count: -

Publisher: Little, Brown

Review Posted Online: Nov. 2, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 1951

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