Plodding narration and unreconstructed macho attitudes hammer what could have been a pretty cool story to long-lingering...
Hirohito’s WWII Chinese loot pops up 50 years later, calling old spooks back into action.
More a narration of facts, possible facts, and wouldn’t-it-be-incredible-if facts than a straightforward thriller, this latest from Hoyt (Vivienne, 2000, etc.) rejects the notion, pretty much debunked already in Herbert P. Bix’s Hirohito and the Making of Modern Japan (2000), that Japan’s wartime emperor was the unwitting dupe of evil imperialists in his cabinet and was, as most monarchs are, thoroughly involved in increasing his family fortunes, even if it means looting a few countries. The hard-to-swallow activities hang on the adventures of Tomi Kobayashi, Ph.D. (Chicago) and granddaughter of straight-shooting but maligned WWII General Yamashita and his Filipina mistress. Thanks to the miraculous Internet, Tomi has come into possession of the wartime diaries of a long-dead foreign correspondent, leading her to the trail of 11 gold dragons stolen by a yakuza gangster-turned-admiral in the Manchurian invasion and credited to the account of the emperor. The dragons, along with tons of other, less glamorous but equally ill-gotten gains, were hidden in numerous underground sites in the Philippines, a country the Japanese thoroughly expected to retain in a negotiated end to the war. Tomi’s inquiries lead her to Kip Smith, a former CIA agent turned photographer, who joins her search, taking her to the Philippines and connecting with old chum Ding Rodriquez, who knows everything there is to know about the politics and history in the islands. The three are shadowed by a pair of modern yakuza who eavesdrop as Ding and Kip retell everything Toni and detail-oriented readers could possibly absorb about the historic duplicity of Douglas MacArthur, Hirohito, the Liberal Democratic Party of Japan, nearly every Japanese prime minister, and Robin and Roberta Fallon, successors to Jim and Tammy Bakker. Oddly enough, the eavesdropping is thoroughly sanctioned by our heroes, even though they suspect their listeners have orders to kill them once their interminable tale is told. Most of the narration takes place over tasty-sounding regional dishes.
Plodding narration and unreconstructed macho attitudes hammer what could have been a pretty cool story to long-lingering death.Pub Date: Dec. 1, 2002
ISBN: 0-765-30331-0
Page Count: 432
Publisher: Forge
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 2002
A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.
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. 9, 2020
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2020
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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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