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THE EIGHTH CONTINENT

TALES OF THE FOREIGN SERVICE

Gould (Kitty Collins, 1986) returns with three brief related episodes taking place from 1956 to the 70's in Europe, India, and the Seychelles—during which time two young, open-faced Americans observe the labyrinthine ways of European intrigue and later confront enemies, both in the hierarchical maze of the foreign service and at large. In ``A European Episode,'' young Caroline, free-lancing as a reporter in 1956 Munich, is spellbound by the tales and very aristocratic person of Stefan, whose life has encompassed golden days of footmen-and-furs, a Russian prison camp, expediting escapes of refugees as an officer of the Polish government-in-exile, and working for Radio Free Europe. Stefan reveals much—but not all. Observing the rapt Caroline is Charles McKay, Information Officer at the American consulate (he will narrate the later episodes). Stefan disappears forever during the Hungarian uprising as Charlie and Caroline follow and are turned back. In ``The New People,'' Charlie, now married to Caroline and father of two, is stationed in Calcutta and greets Tony Greer, a relentlessly charming new staff member, and his family. The Greers are deadly, and it is McKay who follows their slimy trail. In the title story, Maharajah (who heads an interesting little group of homosexuals) urges McKay to vacation on a dreamy isle of the Seychelles (Caroline is career-bound in D.C.). Here, in ``the last earthly paradise'' 900 miles off the coast of Kenya, there's a death beneath the surface of the sea (the ``Eighth Continent''), and McKay blinks in the dazzle of light and ocean at an unlikely apparition. A chewy, tripartite novel with old-timey foreign-service atmospheric appeal, marvelous reportage on some far places, and intimate details of consulate workings.

Pub Date: Oct. 1, 1991

ISBN: 0-945575-72-6

Page Count: 252

Publisher: Algonquin

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 1991

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A CONSPIRACY OF BONES

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

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THE WINNER

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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