Begley has written plenty of better novels than this, and there are plenty of authors who write novels like this better.
The second in a series of suspense novels featuring a war hero–turned–bestselling novelist who prefers to exact justice through lethal rather than legal means.
Begley, who’s best known for his “Schmidt” novels (About Schmidt, 1996, was made into a film starring Jack Nicholson), returns with a follow-up to his recent Killer, Come Hither (2015). The result is less a sequel than a continuation, one that provides plenty of plot summary from the earlier book and finds protagonist Jack Dana proclaiming, in his typically stilted fashion, “I guess we’ve run out of the killers who actually do Abner’s dirty work. That leaves us with the master puppeteer himself, Mr. Abner Brown.” A Texas tycoon who could have been created by Ayn Rand, Brown is involved in all sorts of drug laundering and terrorist activity, a dirty underworld beneath his legitimate empire. “I’m richer than Buffett, smart guy, by the way, and that clown Bill Gates. Steve Jobs? An appliance salesman,” he says. His credo: “I kill because I can.” In this novel, like the last one, someone Jack loves has apparently committed suicide, though Jack suspects differently, and he knows who is ultimately responsible. Meanwhile, he must dispatch another batch of intermediaries to get to the source. He partners with a glamorous lesbian lawyer who was best friends with his former girlfriend, and a subplot involves whether the two will ever spark a romance. Jack could, in the words of one of his friends, “maybe straighten her out. I know you’re a monster and all that, but you’re an attractive and rich monster. A lot of women would be happy to overlook your faults.” Alas, the book offers few plot twists to untwist, and its inevitable climax feels anticlimactic. And the protagonist has to be the only early-30s Manhattanite who would say, “I, blasphemous Jack Dana, proclaim to the four winds that vengeance is mine, and not the Lord’s, and it is I, Jack Dana, who will repay.”
Begley has written plenty of better novels than this, and there are plenty of authors who write novels like this better.Pub Date: April 5, 2016
ISBN: 978-0-385-54071-1
Page Count: 288
Publisher: Nan A. Talese
Review Posted Online: Jan. 19, 2016
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2016
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A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.
Are we not men? We are—well, ask Bigfoot, as Brooks does in this delightful yarn, following on his bestseller World War Z(2006).
A zombie apocalypse is one thing. A volcanic eruption is quite another, for, as the journalist who does a framing voice-over narration for Brooks’ latest puts it, when Mount Rainier popped its cork, “it was the psychological aspect, the hyperbole-fueled hysteria that had ended up killing the most people.” Maybe, but the sasquatches whom the volcano displaced contributed to the statistics, too, if only out of self-defense. Brooks places the epicenter of the Bigfoot war in a high-tech hideaway populated by the kind of people you might find in a Jurassic Park franchise: the schmo who doesn’t know how to do much of anything but tries anyway, the well-intentioned bleeding heart, the know-it-all intellectual who turns out to know the wrong things, the immigrant with a tough backstory and an instinct for survival. Indeed, the novel does double duty as a survival manual, packed full of good advice—for instance, try not to get wounded, for “injury turns you from a giver to a taker. Taking up our resources, our time to care for you.” Brooks presents a case for making room for Bigfoot in the world while peppering his narrative with timely social criticism about bad behavior on the human side of the conflict: The explosion of Rainier might have been better forecast had the president not slashed the budget of the U.S. Geological Survey, leading to “immediate suspension of the National Volcano Early Warning System,” and there’s always someone around looking to monetize the natural disaster and the sasquatch-y onslaught that follows. Brooks is a pro at building suspense even if it plays out in some rather spectacularly yucky episodes, one involving a short spear that takes its name from “the sucking sound of pulling it out of the dead man’s heart and lungs.” Grossness aside, it puts you right there on the scene.
A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.Pub Date: June 16, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-9848-2678-7
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Del Rey/Ballantine
Review Posted Online: Feb. 9, 2020
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2020
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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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