A strong, richly imagined brew for stouthearted readers, with hints of a series to follow.
A dystopian thriller whose heroine, aided by an infallible AI implant, seeks the malefactors behind a deliberately engineered epidemic.
Life in the 2030s is good in some ways (LSD is legal, men can give birth), bad in others (Miami Beach is no more, Disney has bought the National Park Service). The world of Detective Jennifer Lu of the Metro D.C. Police’s Elder Abuse Unit mainly revolves around two more personal poles: her mistreatment as a child by her monstrous mother, who’s now in a nursing home with dementia, and the triumph of the “65 and Out” movement, which requires euthanasia for all parents of that age whose childless children want to get “the treatment” that will make them Timeless, prolonging their lives for decades longer. A chance remark Jen and her synth implant, Chandler, overhear while she’s pursuing an assault case against White supremacist James O’Neil and witnessing a shooting involving Delmar Johnson Sr., a father who’s not ready to die for Delmar Johnson Jr., alerts her to a broader menace: the possibility that cases of rapid onset spongiform encephalitis, once virtually unheard of, are spiking because of a counterfeit treatment that promises Timeless life but kills its victims swiftly. Warned off the assault case by O’Neil’s Timeless father, 112-year-old billionaire Richard O’Neil, and shut down at every turn by her boss, Capt. Kyrie Brooks, Jen struggles to make headway against a monstrous conspiracy. All the while, Kaufman keeps the pot boiling by setting a series of illegal atrocities against the perfectly legal kind his world mostly accepts.
A strong, richly imagined brew for stouthearted readers, with hints of a series to follow.Pub Date: Jan. 12, 2021
ISBN: 978-1-64385-567-7
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Crooked Lane
Review Posted Online: Sept. 29, 2020
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2020
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Bombastic whiz-bang fun.
A former assassin fights to remain retired.
Mark is good at killing. After honing his skills as a Navy SEAL, he became an infamous hitman known as the Pale Horse, taking freelance gigs while also working for a clandestine deep-state organization dubbed the Agency. Then, last Christmas, something happened that caused him to quit cold turkey. Thanks to Assassins Anonymous, a support group designed to help people like him transition into a new way of life, Mark is just days away from receiving his one-year chip when a Mohawk-sporting Russian with prison tattoos jumps him, stabs him in the side, and flees. Mark manages to make it from the Lower East Side to the Bowery, where a black-market trauma surgeon named Astrid patches him up, but when he returns to his West Village apartment to retrieve the cash to pay her, he finds the place in flames. He ducks into his favorite local haunt to collect himself, only for the bartender to pass him a note from his Russian attacker that reads simply: SHE’S PRETTY. With Astrid now in danger, Mark has no choice but to bring her along on his desperate quest to uncover who wants him dead and why. Despite Mark’s insistence that “being an assassin is nothing like John Wick,” Hart’s latest wears its myriad cinematic influences on its sleeve. Escalating stakes and precisely choreographed action sequences keep the pages turning, but a slew of increasingly gonzo twists skew the tone toward camp—a vibe underscored by Mark’s droll yet angsty first-person-present narration. Though Hart often mistakes quirk for character development, the scenes Mark shares with his fellow recovering murder addicts impart some nice emotional resonance, helping to ground the tale and lend it heft.
Bombastic whiz-bang fun.Pub Date: June 11, 2024
ISBN: 9780593717394
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Putnam
Review Posted Online: April 5, 2024
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 2024
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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