An exhausting, overstuffed read that still manages to leave key questions unsatisfied.
Second-novelist Santlofer (The Death Artist, 2002) unleashes another fictional serial killer on his colleagues in the Manhattan art world.
On page one, we meet our killer, a frustrated colorblind artist who hums ’80s tunes as he stalks and then eviscerates a sweet blond prostitute in a swirl of pornographic color lust, describing her organs as “Orchid! Eggplant! Cerise! Magenta!” Equally purple is the next scene, as Katherine McKinnon Rothstein—the Astoria beat cop turned art historian heroine of Santlofer’s first outing—makes love to Richard Rothstein, her beautiful, richer-than-God criminal attorney husband of ten years. (Note to authors: Shellfish metaphors in sex scenes need to go.) Poor Kate. Previously, Santlofer also killed off her adopted daughter Elena. Now, her buddies in the NYPD get her to take one day out of her comfortable uptown life—lunching, producing her PBS television series, volunteering for a foundation for underprivileged youth—to lend her artistic expertise to the case, just in time for her to discover the next victim: Richard himself, gutted in a back alleyway. Some women might take to bed in grief, but Kate straps on her Glock and picks up a gay cop sidekick, and we’re off! Our killer, like Son of Sam, is goaded on by imaginary voices—Tony the Tiger and the cast of 90210—and happily paints Crayola-colored canvases in his victim’s blood (“Maroon! Mulberry! Wild Strawberry!”), while Kate herself, Jodie Foster–like, becomes the focus of his obsession. We get an inscrutable subplot involving the mob, Richard’s cokehead former underling, and a pimp. Kate commits a justifiable homicide, then gives a tutorial in art world clothing chic to the NYPD (“the operative word is black”) for an ill-fated stake-out at a gallery. Bad-guy corpses pile up—he must be dead. But wait—there’s eighty pages left to go. It’s Friday the Thirteenth!
An exhausting, overstuffed read that still manages to leave key questions unsatisfied.Pub Date: Nov. 1, 2004
ISBN: 0-06-054104-0
Page Count: 352
Publisher: Morrow/HarperCollins
Review Posted Online: June 24, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 2004
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
Proficient but eminently predictable. Amid all the time shifts and embedded backstories, the most surprising feature is how...
A convicted killer’s list of five people he wants dead runs the gamut from the wife he’s already had murdered to franchise heroine Ali Reynolds.
Back in the day, women came from all over to consult Santa Clarita fertility specialist Dr. Edward Gilchrist. Many of them left his care happily pregnant, never dreaming that the father of the babies they carried was none other than the physician himself, who donated his own sperm rather than that of the handsome, athletic, disease-free men pictured in his scrapbook. When Alexandra Munsey’s son, Evan, is laid low by the kidney disease he’s inherited from his biological father and she returns to Gilchrist in search of the donor’s medical records, the roof begins to fall in on him. By the time it’s done falling, he’s serving a life sentence in Folsom Prison for commissioning the death of his wife, Dawn, the former nurse and sometime egg donor who’d turned on him. With nothing left to lose, Gilchrist tattoos himself with the initials of five people he blames for his fall: Dawn; Leo Manuel Aurelio, the hit man he’d hired to dispose of her; Kaitlyn Todd, the nurse/receptionist who took Dawn’s place; Alex Munsey, whose search for records upset his apple cart; and Ali Reynolds, the TV reporter who’d helped put Alex in touch with the dozen other women who formed the Progeny Project because their children looked just like hers. No matter that Ali’s been out of both California and the news business for years; Gilchrist and his enablers know that revenge can’t possibly be served too cold. Wonder how far down that list they’ll get before Ali, aided once more by Frigg, the methodical but loose-cannon AI first introduced in Duel to the Death (2018), turns on them?
Proficient but eminently predictable. Amid all the time shifts and embedded backstories, the most surprising feature is how little the boundary-challenged AI, who gets into the case more or less inadvertently, differs from your standard human sidekick with issues.Pub Date: April 2, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-5011-5101-9
Page Count: 352
Publisher: Gallery Books/Simon & Schuster
Review Posted Online: Feb. 18, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2019
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