A fun, short novel, absent of pretension, which—while faulty—will satisfy anyone looking for a quick detective-fiction fix.
Mystery, murder and the muddled morality of the concept of law in California.
Phillips’ previous novel (Leashed, 2011) introduced Pat “Gypo” Nolan, a constantly surfing detective with the Marin County Sheriff’s Department. This installment continues the themes of the series, embracing the culture and geography of the San Francisco Bay Area while delving into its seedier elements and graphically describing the actions of “evil-doers.” The text opens from the viewpoint of Dougie, a wife-abusing drunk and drug addict who—before the conclusion of the prologue—will be shot to death after forcing himself on a woman. Nolan’s story promptly begins after this; we find him in bed with his beautiful, loving wife. The officer receives a call informing him of a found body—his dedication to the job, and his wife’s insistence, forces him out of his home and to the crime scene. The immediate details of Dougie’s death indicate only one obvious suspect to Nolan: Dougie’s wife. Nolan frets about this, given that the woman’s actions are seemingly justified. Her husband, a cocktail of alcohol and ketamine found coursing through his system, had long been beating her. However, when the bodies of several other abusive husbands are found, Nolan launches a hunt for the killer, or killers. He becomes the target of an unseen gunman, turning the story into a comfortably familiar page turner: The man on a quest for justice, watching as those around him are hurt while he himself is brought into the killer’s cross hairs. Phillips’ novel embraces the elements of the police procedural with gusto and maintains originality with its hard-boiled narrative elements. And this is a mystery that imparts a real sense of regionalism and location. The prose itself sometimes stumbles. The lack of realistic colloquial dialogue and the sometimes clunky narration, along with misplaced quotation marks and errant comma usage, beg for another draft. Mystery junkies will easily be able to overlook this, though, as this is an easily digestible entertainment which, while not particularly deep, provides fantastic escapism.
A fun, short novel, absent of pretension, which—while faulty—will satisfy anyone looking for a quick detective-fiction fix.Pub Date: N/A
ISBN: N/A
Page Count: 390
Publisher: Dog Ear Publisher
Review Posted Online: Nov. 8, 2012
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
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An impressively thoughtful expression of spirituality.
Two men discover God on two different paths in Malby’s curiously titled first novel.
In some unspecified part of Middle America, two boys bond as toddlers in their rural hometown during an era in the 20th century when outhouses were the norm and child mortality rates were high. The boys grow apart and reconnect during manhood, finishing their long lives together. As youths, they become alienated by Windknocker, another name for God, which is further explained about halfway into the novel. Yet the titular Windknocker ultimately unites them and gives purpose to their lives. To cover the decades of their friendship, the narrative zips along like a skipped rock over water, pausing only to focus on key events in the characters’ lives. Often, these moments are what the two men look back to later in life as they attempt to resolve their differences regarding the meaning and practice of faith. Mew, the main character, takes the formal route through the Catholic priesthood during the tumult of Vatican II. His best friend, Leezie, lives in an informal street ministry as a laborer and soldier in World War II. As boys and men, they live on opposite sides of the tracks—literally at first, and figuratively later, with personalities as different as their origins, lifestyles and faith. Mew’s faith is intellectual (“religion wasn’t about experience but working toward perfection”); whereas Leezie’s faith is intuitive, particularly after he’s “borned again” during a revival meeting. Malby tells their story in memoir format through Mew’s voice, diverting occasionally into an omniscient observer—sometimes transitioning like an emcee—to cover episodes in Leezie’s life. The switches in point of view aren’t disruptive, although they give the narrative an uneven flow. Malby’s straightforward prose contains short, evocative descriptions—“I was sure her eyes sparkled even when she was asleep”—which will comfortably take readers into intimate discussions of faith that are thought-provoking independent of religious perspective.
An impressively thoughtful expression of spirituality.Pub Date: Nov. 10, 2010
ISBN: 978-1608622320
Page Count: 306
Publisher: E-Book Time, LLC
Review Posted Online: July 30, 2012
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
Sturdy, exuberant verse.
Like the demigod from which it takes its name, Defining Atlas is a durable, uplifting volume.
A strong current of self-affirmation, self-love, and self-confidence runs through this work, and readers will come away feeling their spirits improved. We feel some of this current in the clever “Limited”; Michaels takes the titular subject and turns it on its head: “I’m new, but I’m old / Not limited beyond my means and methods / But limited because I’m special / Special beyond the heavens and everything that surrounds me / That I’m among…limited.” Elsewhere in “From the ashes…I am,” he sings a hard-won song of renewal and rebirth: “I am victory in its rawest form / I am hope that never conform / I am the will, the drive, and the truth / I am like everyone, like you.” But Michaels does not hoard specialness or victory for himself; he wants it for his reader too, and in “Wake Up!” he urges us on toward a bright future: “There’s something good here for you / Your purpose can never be defined by just one blue / Your destiny awaits you.” Underpinning Michaels’ stirring message is a strong faith in God, whose presence infuses many of the poems here: “But I always thank God for the latter / For the strength and will it takes / Shines so bright / Shines so right.” Michaels often adopts a loose scheme of rhyming couplets, and this decision leads to one of the book’s few weaknesses. Too often, the poet picks awkward or odd pairings; e.g., “And if I could become a perfect saint / I would make believers out of the ones who say they ain’t” and the “you/blue” couplet mentioned above. But such missteps are infrequent, and they don’t dim the warm light that emanates from Michaels’ fine volume.
Sturdy, exuberant verse.Pub Date: March 15, 2015
ISBN: 978-1-5035-4785-8
Page Count: 106
Publisher: Xlibris
Review Posted Online: Aug. 21, 2015
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
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