A crisp suspense story with understated polish.


A serpentine piece of suspense about one man settling a demented personal grudge while wiping out a good portion of a tony resort community.

The eastern end of Long Island, N.Y.–playground of the superrich–is no stranger to squalid crimes, but the sexually charged murder of the detective chief’s friend was truly heinous. “After thirty-two years in the business, you’d think I’d have seen it all,” says Chief James Griffin. “Much to my ultimate regret, today would prove that I hadn’t.” Those 32 years have made Griffin a tad hard-bitten (“You know it’s going to be a shitty day when you’re [sic] best evidence is a pile of puke,”) and they also allow him to say things like, “I smell a rat,” and get away with it. The villain is a well-drawn slimeball still smarting from having been ousted from his wealthy Jewish family due to his homosexuality. He’s deeply resentful of his culture, yet most of all plain greedy. As the cast of characters grows and the twists in the plot become knotty (sometimes ethically), Keith plays his cards close to the vest, showing them only as needed to maintain pace or keep the action coherent, gradually putting flesh on the bones of the story. The writing is lively and polychromatic, and the tale wild, though thoroughly possible, with a satisfying tactical-operations element. There are a few ham-handed segues, including a passage in which the protagonist declares, “I am not one for nostalgic rumination,” whereupon he launches into nostalgic rumination with sure-footed gusto. Further, by the time readers are fully up to speed on Griffin’s background (his impoverished childhood, stint at Brown University, brave military career, meteoric police career, trouble with drink and rejection of power and glitter for a small-town detective life) he may be a bit too perfect a piece of work. Soon afterward, though, the author executes a crackerjack denouement, and readers will love him for it.

A crisp suspense story with understated polish.

Pub Date: May 10, 2008

ISBN: 978-1-4196-9962-7

Page Count: -

Publisher: N/A

Review Posted Online: May 23, 2010

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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. 10, 2020

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2020

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Assembly-line legal thriller: flat characters, lame scene-setting, and short but somehow interminable action: a lifeless...


Two defrocked Secret Service Agents investigate the assassination of one presidential candidate and the kidnapping of another.

Baldacci (The Christmas Train, 2002, etc.) sets out with two plot strands. The first begins when something distracts Secret Service Agent Sean King and during that “split second,” presidential candidate Clyde Ritter is shot dead. King takes out the killer, but that’s not enough to save his reputation with the Secret Service. He retires and goes on to do often tedious but nonetheless always lucrative work (much like a legal thriller such as this) at a law practice. Plot two begins eight years later when another Secret Service Agent, Michelle Maxwell, lets presidential candidate John Bruno out of her sight for a few minutes at a wake for one of his close associates. He goes missing. Now Maxwell, too, gets in dutch with the SS. Though separated by time, the cases are similar and leave several questions unanswered. What distracted King at the rally? Bruno had claimed his friend’s widow called him to the funeral home. The widow (one of the few characters here to have any life) says she never called Bruno. Who set him up? Who did a chambermaid at Ritter’s hotel blackmail? And who is the man in the Buick shadowing King’s and Maxwell’s every move? King is a handsome, rich divorce, Maxwell an attractive marathon runner. Will they join forces and find each other kind of, well, appealing? But of course. The two former agents traverse the countryside, spinning endless hypotheses before the onset, at last, of a jerrybuilt conclusion that begs credibility and offers few surprises.

Assembly-line legal thriller: flat characters, lame scene-setting, and short but somehow interminable action: a lifeless concoction.

Pub Date: Sept. 30, 2003

ISBN: 0-446-53089-1

Page Count: 406

Publisher: N/A

Review Posted Online: June 24, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 2003

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