A real lot of things.
A confessed killer’s return home brings long-buried secrets to life with a series of seismic jolts.
A lot of water has passed under the bridge in the 25 years since Jane Mooney told the police in Maud, Arkansas, that she killed her stepfather, Warren Ingram, by pushing him off a boat. Arrested but released in the absence of a body, she shook off the dust of Maud Proper and its aspiring neighbor Maud Bottoms and left for Boston, where queer androgynous folks like Jane faced less social ostracism. Now the discovery of a skeleton in the river locks brings Jane back to Maud to accept legal responsibility for the crime that ended whatever relationship she had with her mother, Diane Ingram. As the Facebook group Let’s Talk About Maud, spiced with inside information from somebody dubbed Lovelace, buzzes with scathing opinions about the return of “Lezzie Borden,” Det. Benjamin Hampton, who’s Black and gay, takes charge of the case. But Jane is soon sidelined by her ex-girlfriend Georgia Lee Lane and her stepbrother, Jason Tran, both of whom also confess to the murder. When Hampton reacts with bewilderment, Jane comments, “I’ve never met a police department less interested in solving crimes.” You have to feel for both the cops and Jane’s intimates, since Ford seems determined to throw shock after shock into the mix until readers may find themselves looking ahead to see how many pages are left that might accommodate more surprises. The last couple of twists are the most likely to be predicted by anyone who’s made it that far.
A real lot of things.Pub Date: Sept. 1, 2022
ISBN: 978-1-6625-0009-1
Page Count: 333
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Review Posted Online: June 7, 2022
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2022
Even when King is not at his best, he’s still good.
Two killers are on the loose. Can they be stopped?
In this ambitious mystery, the prolific and popular King tells the story of a serial murderer who pledges, in a note to Buckeye City police, to kill “13 innocents and 1 guilty,” in order, we eventually learn, to avenge the death of a man who was framed and convicted for possession of child pornography and then killed in prison. At the same time, the author weaves in the efforts of another would-be murderer, a member of a violently abortion-opposing church who has been stalking a popular feminist author and women’s rights activist on a publicity tour. To tell these twin tales of murders done and intended, King summons some familiar characters, including private investigator Holly Gibney, whom readers may recall from previous novels. Gibney is enlisted to help Buckeye City police detective Izzy Jaynes try to identify and stop the serial killer, who has been murdering random unlucky citizens with chilling efficiency. She’s also been hired as a bodyguard for author and activist Kate McKay and her young assistant. The author succeeds in grabbing the reader’s interest and holding it throughout this page-turning tale of terror, which reads like a big-screen thriller. The action is well paced, the settings are vividly drawn, and King’s choice to focus on the real and deadly dangers of extremist thought is admirable. But the book is hamstrung by cliched characters, hackneyed dialogue (both spoken and internal), and motives that feel both convoluted and overly simplistic. King shines brightest when he gets to the heart of our darkest fears and desires, but here the dangers seem a bit cerebral. In his warning letter to the police, the serial killer wonders if his cryptic rationale to murder will make sense to others, concluding, “It does to me, and that is enough.” Is it enough? In another writer’s work, it might not be, but in King’s skilled hands, it probably is.
Even when King is not at his best, he’s still good.Pub Date: May 27, 2025
ISBN: 9781668089330
Page Count: 448
Publisher: Scribner
Review Posted Online: Feb. 1, 2025
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2025
Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.
A woman accused of shooting her husband six times in the face refuses to speak.
"Alicia Berenson was thirty-three years old when she killed her husband. They had been married for seven years. They were both artists—Alicia was a painter, and Gabriel was a well-known fashion photographer." Michaelides' debut is narrated in the voice of psychotherapist Theo Faber, who applies for a job at the institution where Alicia is incarcerated because he's fascinated with her case and believes he will be able to get her to talk. The narration of the increasingly unrealistic events that follow is interwoven with excerpts from Alicia's diary. Ah, yes, the old interwoven diary trick. When you read Alicia's diary you'll conclude the woman could well have been a novelist instead of a painter because it contains page after page of detailed dialogue, scenes, and conversations quite unlike those in any journal you've ever seen. " 'What's the matter?' 'I can't talk about it on the phone, I need to see you.' 'It's just—I'm not sure I can make it up to Cambridge at the minute.' 'I'll come to you. This afternoon. Okay?' Something in Paul's voice made me agree without thinking about it. He sounded desperate. 'Okay. Are you sure you can't tell me about it now?' 'I'll see you later.' Paul hung up." Wouldn't all this appear in a diary as "Paul wouldn't tell me what was wrong"? An even more improbable entry is the one that pins the tail on the killer. While much of the book is clumsy, contrived, and silly, it is while reading passages of the diary that one may actually find oneself laughing out loud.
Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.Pub Date: Feb. 5, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-250-30169-7
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Celadon Books
Review Posted Online: Nov. 3, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2018
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