Graphic and disturbing elements are ultimately unredeemed.
Murder, sexual torture, and other dark crimes among teens.
Clara Porterfield’s childhood crush, Griffin Tomlin, is dead. He was struck in the head with a rock before falling into a pool and drowning. Now her sister, Emily, is in jail awaiting trial for the murder. The town is shocked by the crime since Emily had been a well-liked cheerleader, seemingly normal and responsible. But Clara is keeping an awful secret—that she was viciously raped and assaulted by Griffin on the night of a Super Bowl party. Clara’s struggle to cope with her emotional and physical injuries are further complicated by a developing romance with Griffin’s grieving best friend and her friendship with Aniston, a writer for her school newspaper who’s asking too many questions. The author’s note acknowledges that the book can be triggering and suggests that it is, in part, about topics “as real as young adults struggling with the aftermath of their sexual assaults.” The elements to do with the trauma of surviving a brutal rape are handled well, and readers will ache for Clara. However, as a thriller, the writing is perfunctory, and the melodramatically unrealistic plot twists that include explicit, mature content involving mutilation of animal and human corpses, sodomy with a beer bottle, and more undermine the efforts toward authentic victim exploration and instead devolve into violently pulpy fiction. Most characters are assumed white; Aniston is Mexican American.
Graphic and disturbing elements are ultimately unredeemed. (author’s note) (Thriller. 17-adult)Pub Date: Sept. 17, 2019
ISBN: 978-0-9936899-1-8
Page Count: 328
Publisher: Wattpad Books
Review Posted Online: July 23, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 15, 2019
Bulky, balky, talky.
In an updated quest for the Holy Grail, the narrative pace remains stuck in slo-mo.
But is the Grail, in fact, holy? Turns out that’s a matter of perspective. If you’re a member of that most secret of clandestine societies, the Priory of Sion, you think yes. But if your heart belongs to the Roman Catholic Church, the Grail is more than just unholy, it’s downright subversive and terrifying. At least, so the story goes in this latest of Brown’s exhaustively researched, underimagined treatise-thrillers (Deception Point, 2001, etc.). When Harvard professor of symbology Robert Langdon—in Paris to deliver a lecture—has his sleep interrupted at two a.m., it’s to discover that the police suspect he’s a murderer, the victim none other than Jacques Saumière, esteemed curator of the Louvre. The evidence against Langdon could hardly be sketchier, but the cops feel huge pressure to make an arrest. And besides, they don’t particularly like Americans. Aided by the murdered man’s granddaughter, Langdon flees the flics to trudge the Grail-path along with pretty, persuasive Sophie, who’s driven by her own need to find answers. The game now afoot amounts to a scavenger hunt for the scholarly, clues supplied by the late curator, whose intent was to enlighten Sophie and bedevil her enemies. It’s not all that easy to identify these enemies. Are they emissaries from the Vatican, bent on foiling the Grail-seekers? From Opus Dei, the wayward, deeply conservative Catholic offshoot bent on foiling everybody? Or any one of a number of freelancers bent on a multifaceted array of private agendas? For that matter, what exactly is the Priory of Sion? What does it have to do with Leonardo? With Mary Magdalene? With (gulp) Walt Disney? By the time Sophie and Langdon reach home base, everything—well, at least more than enough—has been revealed.
Bulky, balky, talky.Pub Date: March 18, 2003
ISBN: 0-385-50420-9
Page Count: 400
Publisher: Doubleday
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 2003
A slender doggy tale from Auster, who lately seems more concerned with providing product (and making movies) than matching the high standards of his earlier literary work (for example, Leviathan, 1992). This newest fiction, written from a dog’s point of view, smells suspiciously like a bid for domestic bestsellerdom. The sappy opening flirts with kitsch, but Auster’s light, transparent, fluid prose redeems it somewhat, particularly after we meet Mr. Bones’s master. Willy Christmas is a logomaniacal drunk who lost his mind in 1968 while a student at Columbia, where he cultivated an image as an “outlaw poet” and indulged heavily in mind-altering drugs. A Brooklyn public-school prodigy nurtured by his high- school English teacher (shades of Henry Roth), Willy was born William Gurevitch but changed his named after Santa Claus spoke through the TV set and convinced him to pursue an itinerant life as a do-gooder. Wandering across the country with Mr. Bones, Willy veers between being a “bedraggled, demented pain in the ass” and, when he’s in his right mind, acting as Santa’s saintly helper. He has also scribbled in 74 notebooks over the last 23 years and, fearing the end, takes Mr. Bones with him to Baltimore in hopes of handing dog and notebooks over to his long-lost teacher. Auster’s portrait of this latter-day Joe Gould takes a sharp turn into mush with Willy’s demise. Mr. Bones spends a season with a lonely Chinese boy, then finds a loving home (complete with pretty Mom and adorable kids) in suburban Virginia, where he ends his days dreaming of Timbuktu—his notion of an afterlife. Loyal Auster readers may feel betrayed by this slim novel, which contains little that would put off readers of shlock in the Nicholas Sparks/Robert James Waller vein. The wordplay is embarrassingly commonplace (dog/God, Santa/Satan), and the dog jokes are TV-quality. Shockingly bad, especially for someone of Auster’s stature.
Pub Date: May 1, 1999
ISBN: 0-8050-5407-3
Page Count: 192
Publisher: Henry Holt
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 1999
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