Refreshingly low-key memoir by a crime-busting psychic. The narrative tack here is a bit odd: The story is told in the third person, taking Myer-Czetli's story only through the late 70's, and, throughout, she's called ``Nancy Anderson,'' married to ``John'' (no doubt coauthor Czetli, ``a free-lance journalist,'' is Myer-Czetli's second husband). Moreover, some details of the psychic's early life are, at least at first, particularly hard to swallow: Myer-Czetli tells how, as the young daughter of a State Department agricultural specialist in Chile, she conversed telepathically with an old gypsy and used her powers of mind to drive off a man-eating lion (``Flee to the mountains, she urged. Do not attack the villages''). But readers who scoff too much at these wonders will find themselves in the same position as the several Delaware cops, named by the authors, who doubted Myer-Czetli's abilities until they saw her in action. One narrative thread, in fact, involves her winning over the skeptical Det. Carl Williams, assigned by the superintendent of the Delaware State police (who'd heard about one of Myer-Czetli's earliest exploits, her locating of a drowned boy in Florida) to get her advice on an unsolved robbery that had left the victim in a coma. After Myer-Czetli accurately described the perpetrators as well as some stolen items, Williams took her abilities seriously and worked with her in solving other cases, including the sex-slaying of a young woman; the multiple stabbing of an old woman; a series of rapes, etc. Throughout, the psychic's story is humanized and given an attractive fragility by her successful attempt, after many miscarriages, to carry a baby to term, and by her oft-repeated uncertainties about the origin, extent, and meaning of her psychic powers. Unsensational, frank, and—despite its outlandish subject- -having the ring of truth. (Sixteen pages of photographs—not seen) (First serial to the National Enquirer)
Pub Date: Dec. 1, 1993
ISBN: 1-55972-200-2
Page Count: 224
Publisher: Birch Lane Press
Review Posted Online: June 24, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 1, 1993
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
Irritatingly trite woman-in-periler from lawyer-turned-novelist Baldacci. Moving away from the White House and the white-shoe Washington law firms of his previous bestsellers (Absolute Power, 1996; Total Control, 1997), Baldacci comes up with LuAnn Tyler, a spunky, impossibly beautiful, white-trash truck stop waitress with a no-good husband and a terminally cute infant daughter in tow. Some months after the birth of Lisa, LuAnn gets a phone call summoning her to a make-shift office in an unrented storefront of the local shopping mall. There, she gets a Faustian offer from a Mr. Jackson, a monomaniacal, cross-dressing manipulator who apparently knows the winning numbers in the national lottery before the numbers are drawn. It seems that LuAnn fits the media profile of what a lottery winner should be—poor, undereducated but proud—and if she's willing to buy the right ticket at the right time and transfer most of her winnings to Jackson, she'll be able to retire in luxury. Jackson fails to inform her, however, that if she refuses his offer, he'll have her killed. Before that can happen, as luck would have it, LuAnn barely escapes death when one of husband Duane's drug deals goes bad. She hops on a first-class Amtrak sleeper to Manhattan with a hired executioner in pursuit. But executioner Charlie, one of Jackson's paid handlers, can't help but hear wedding bells when he sees LuAnn cooing with her daughter. Alas, a winning $100- million lottery drawing complicates things. Jackson spirits LuAnn and Lisa away to Sweden, with Charlie in pursuit. Never fear. Not only will LuAnn escape a series of increasingly violent predicaments, but she'll also outwit Jackson, pay an enormous tax bill to the IRS, and have enough left over to honeymoon in Switzerland. Too preposterous to work as feminine wish-fulfillment, too formulaic to be suspenseful. (Book-of-the-Month Club main selection)
Pub Date: Dec. 2, 1997
ISBN: 0-446-52259-7
Page Count: 528
Publisher: N/A
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 1997
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