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INDELIBLE

The mystery itself is nothing more than a curlicue in a jam-packed Hieronymus Bosch canvas filled with the good, the bad and...

A free-wheeling painter accepts a short-term assignment as a tutor at a bedeviled art academy.

Painting doesn’t always pay the cost of running Mill House, the three acres of dilapidated buildings Chris Honeysett (Worthless Remains, 2013, etc.) shares with fellow artist Annis Jordan. That is, when Annis isn’t also bestowing her favors on Tim Bigwood, the third partner in Aqua Investigations, Chris’ bread-and-butter job. Unusually, this time, it’s detective work that gets put on the back burner. John Birtwhistle, owner of Bath Arts Academy, keels over dead at the wheel of his Volvo while ostensibly on his way to invite Chris to participate in an exhibition, but really it’s an attempt to try to sweet-talk him into coming back temporarily to teach. After thinking it over, Chris agrees to Birtwhistle’s posthumous request. He’s taught at BAA once before, and he’s eager to rejoin old colleagues like Elisabeth Kroog, the elderly, irascible, pipe-smoking sculptor who mangles his name and everyone else’s. He even agrees to help administrator Claire Kilburn set up the exhibition, and soon painters Dawn Fowling and Kurt Hufnagel set up their easels at BAA. Sculptor Rachel Eade works on her installation on the school’s grounds. Only Greg Landacker, the most prestigious of the invitees, prefers to work on his own at The Old Forge, his posh studio in Motterton. But all hell eventually breaks loose, as break-ins, vandalism, and mysterious butterfly-shaped graffiti invade not only BAA, but the artists’ private spaces. All too soon, it looks as if Honeysett will have to put away his palette and whip out his surveillance camera, as the mischief escalates to murder.

The mystery itself is nothing more than a curlicue in a jam-packed Hieronymus Bosch canvas filled with the good, the bad and the just plain wacky.

Pub Date: Nov. 1, 2014

ISBN: 978-0-7278-8423-7

Page Count: 224

Publisher: Severn House

Review Posted Online: Sept. 8, 2014

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 2014

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LONG RANGE

One protest from an outraged innocent says it all: “This is America. This is Wyoming.”

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Once again, Wyoming game warden Joe Pickett gets mixed up in a killing whose principal suspect is his old friend Nate Romanowski, whose attempts to live off the grid keep breaking down in a series of felony charges.

If Judge Hewitt hadn’t bent over to pick up a spoon that had fallen from his dinner table, the sniper set up nearly a mile from his house in the gated community of the Eagle Mountain Club would have ended his life. As it was, the victim was Sue Hewitt, leaving the judge alive and free to rail and threaten anyone he suspected of the shooting. Incoming Twelve Sleep County Sheriff Brendan Kapelow’s interest in using the case to promote his political ambitions and the judge’s inability to see further than his nose make them the perfect targets for a frame-up of Nate, who just wants to be left alone in the middle of nowhere to train his falcons and help his bride, Liv Brannon, raise their baby, Kestrel. Nor are the sniper, the sheriff, and the judge Nate’s only enemies. Orlando Panfile has been sent to Wyoming by the Sinaloan drug cartel to avenge the deaths of the four assassins whose careers Nate and Joe ended last time out (Wolf Pack, 2019). So it’s up to Joe, with some timely data from his librarian wife, Marybeth, to hire a lawyer for Nate, make sure he doesn’t bust out of jail before his trial, identify the real sniper, who continues to take an active role in the proceedings, and somehow protect him from a killer who regards Nate’s arrest as an unwelcome complication. That’s quite a tall order for someone who can’t shoot straight, who keeps wrecking his state-issued vehicles, and whose appalling mother-in-law, Missy Vankeuren Hand, has returned from her latest European jaunt to suck up all the oxygen in Twelve Sleep County to hustle some illegal drugs for her cancer-stricken sixth husband. But fans of this outstanding series will know better than to place their money against Joe.

One protest from an outraged innocent says it all: “This is America. This is Wyoming.”

Pub Date: March 3, 2020

ISBN: 978-0-525-53823-3

Page Count: 368

Publisher: Putnam

Review Posted Online: Jan. 12, 2020

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2020

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FALSE MEMORY

Koontz widens his canvas dramatically while dimming the hard brilliance common to his shorter winners:1995’s taut masterpiece, Intensity, and 1998’s moon-drenched midsummer nightmare, Seize the Night. This time the author takes up mind control, wiring his tale into the brainwashing epics The Manchurian Candidate and last spring’s film The Matrix. The laser-beam brightness of his earlier bestsellers fades, however, as he stuffs each scene with draining chitchat and extra plotting that seldom rings with novelty. Martine “Martie” Rhodes, a video-game designer, has developed a rare mental disorder: autophobia, fear of oneself. Meanwhile, her husband Dusty’s young half-brother, Skeet Caulfield, has decided to jump off the roof of a building the two men are repairing—because Skeet has seen the Angel of the next world, who has revealed that things are pretty wonderful there, and he wants to come on over. Martie’s best friend, real-estate agent Susan Jagger, is newly coping with agoraphobia, fear of the outdoors. What’s more, Susan knows she’s being visited and raped at night by her separated husband, Eric, although all her doors and windows are locked. She can’t remember these rapes, but her panties are stained with semen. So when she sets up a camcorder to record her sleeping hours, she gets a huge surprise after viewing the tape. How these mental and physical events have come about—ditto the psychiatric background of the Keanuphobe millionairess who shows up (yes! she fears Keanu Reeves)—has something to do with the ladies’ psychiatrist, Dr. Mark Ahriman, the son of a famous dead movie director whose eyes the doctor keeps in a bottle of formaldehyde and studies, in hopes of siphoning off Dad’s inspiration. Although the whole story could have been told to better effect in 300 pages, Koontz deftly sidesteps clichÇs of expression while nonetheless applying an air pump to the suspense: an MO that keeps his yearly 17-million book sales afloat.

Pub Date: Dec. 28, 1999

ISBN: 0-553-10666-X

Page Count: 640

Publisher: Bantam

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 1999

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