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VALEDICTORIAN

An enjoyable, sometimes-challenging work for those who like contemplative, simmering mysteries.

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Another series installment that chronicles the adventures of a San Francisco Bay Area dominatrix detective.   

In this moody, curious, and intriguing noir mystery, Mason (Partitions of Unity, 2018, etc.) revisits her durable and multitalented protagonist Elizabeth Cromwell. In a bar one afternoon, the tall, blonde sex worker meets 60-ish Israel “Izzy” Zhulzhoff, an odd bird who tells her lengthy stories about his wife—and his pending divorce. He asks Cromwell to pose as his spouse at a high school reunion gala the same night. She agrees, but Zhulzhoff never shows up at the event. Instead, Cromwell meets and bonds with a woman named Sylvia Reynolds, another attendee whose husband is also curiously absent. Reynolds gives Cromwell the keys to her yellow Lamborghini, which Cromwell takes for a joyride across the Golden Gate Bridge; afterward, an unknown assailant attacks Cromwell, causing her to flee for her life. Deducing that she was set up by Reynolds, she trades notes with police, who provide her with an old file of unsolved murders of blonde women in the area. She also visits Mistress Annabel Flair, another local dominatrix, who’s happy to banter back and forth with her about sex dungeons and the business of “fantasy enactments,” although Annabel also reveals that she has plans to leave the Bay Area permanently. Cromwell develops a nagging suspicion that Reynolds may have been set up herself, and further snooping leads to an old but relevant case. Cromwell’s scrutiny of Zhulzhoff’s disappearance and likely death only leads her to more complicated connections. If the story seems rather convoluted rather than simply mysterious, that’s because it is. However, Mason’s prose still manages to provide it with a beating heart. Her style is artfully decorative for a detective novel, but it’s still resolutely functional, and it’s never in any way rushed or brisk. She makes use of cryptic dialogue and clever repartee to tell the story; many characters speak in near riddles with one another, and one can envision them volleying their one-of-a-kind bons mots back and forth with knowing grins. Readers of Mason’s other books will recognize her distinctive method of narration; indeed, some may well seek out this latest book because of it. It’s certainly a unique and quirky style, but it never diminishes the impact of the mystery plot or the overall characterization of Cromwell, who remains an intimidating figure to behold. She’s still clever, smart, seductive, edgy, beautiful, and every bit as tough as her “six feet two inches in pumps” stature suggests. From Cromwell’s first-person perspective, readers get to know intimately how she thinks, what she fears and desires, and, perhaps most importantly, how she investigates the crimes that always seems to land on her doorstep. Mason’s series of detective novels aren’t easy reads, to be sure, nor do they seem intended to be, as each carefully crafted line defies attempts at simplistic interpretation. Overall, readers will find that there’s much to savor in this moodily atmospheric whodunit.

An enjoyable, sometimes-challenging work for those who like contemplative, simmering mysteries.

Pub Date: Dec. 4, 2006

ISBN: 978-1-4257-2475-7

Page Count: 232

Publisher: Xlibris

Review Posted Online: May 21, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 2019

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A CONSPIRACY OF BONES

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

ISBN: 978-1-9821-3888-2

Page Count: 352

Publisher: Scribner

Review Posted Online: Dec. 22, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020

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REMEMBER WHEN

A smoothly written contemporary caper paired with a murder mystery and a little meet-the-Jetsons futurism. No one does...

Written under her real name and her pseudonym, two books in one from megaselling Roberts/Robb.

Book one: Laine Tavish, gorgeous redhead and owner of a small-town antique store, isn’t about to tell the cops that she knew the old man who was hit by a car right outside her shop. Just before he took his dying breath, she recognized Willy Young, partner in crime to Big Jack O’Hara, her father. Their biggest heist: millions of dollars in hot diamonds. Her father went to prison, but not Willy, whose last words were “left it for you.” What did he leave—and where? Enter Max Gannon, insurance investigator and all-around stud, with thick, wavy, run-your-fingers-through-it hair, tawny eyes that remind Laine of a tiger, and a delicious Georgia drawl. He beds Laine pronto, and they solve the case. But some of the diamonds are still missing. . . . Book two: it’s 50 years later, and New York traffic is slower than ever: just try getting a helicab on a rainy day. But Samantha Gannon, author of a bestseller called Hot Rocks based on her grandparents’ experiences in the long-ago case, eventually makes it home from the airport to find her house-sitter Andrea dead, throat cut. Another investigation begins, spearheaded by Eve Dallas, a tough-talking but very appealing New York cop married to Roarke, a rich, eccentric genius who just barely manages to stay on the right side of the law. Is the murderer after the rest of the diamonds? And is he or she related to the master thief who betrayed Samantha’s great-grandfather? There are more burning questions, and Eve wants answers—but, first, get Central on the telelink and program the Autochef for pastrami on rye.

A smoothly written contemporary caper paired with a murder mystery and a little meet-the-Jetsons futurism. No one does Suspense Lite better than Nora.

Pub Date: Sept. 1, 2003

ISBN: 0-399-15106-0

Page Count: 448

Publisher: Putnam

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 2003

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