by Richard Kunzmann ‧ RELEASE DATE: Nov. 1, 2007
Despite some overplotting, two strong characters—and South Africa amounting to a third—make this young series one to watch.
In “the New South Africa,” a rich man’s murder rekindles interest in a half-forgotten crime.
South Africa is sunk in apartheid in 1965 when José Cauto, a black man, is accused of raping and killing Claudette Klamm, 19, the pampered daughter of a white mining boss and his race-conscious wife. Despite the fact that there’s no sign of Claudette, dead or alive, Cauto is tried, convicted and jailed. Thirty-nine years later, black Inspector Jacob Tshabalala of the Johannesburg police must deal with the brutal slaying of Bernard Klamm, Claudette’s father. Since the allegedly vengeful Cauto is no longer imprisoned, he’s naturally a prime suspect. But there are others. Bernard Klamm was detested by everyone, including his estranged wife. With a high-profile homicide on his hands, Tshabalala finds the absence of his former partner increasingly burdensome. In the aftermath of an emotionally shattering case, Harry Mason (Bloody Harvests, 2006) left the force four years ago. But he’s begun to heal, and he misses the work and his old partner so much that he’s easily lured back. The partnership restored, the salt-and-pepper pair buckles down to cope with a case that twists, turns and ends up far from any end they could have foreseen.
Despite some overplotting, two strong characters—and South Africa amounting to a third—make this young series one to watch.Pub Date: Nov. 1, 2007
ISBN: 978-0-312-36034-4
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Dunne/Minotaur
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 15, 2007
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by Koji Suzuki & translated by Robert B. Rohmer & Glynne Walley ‧ RELEASE DATE: May 1, 2003
You have seven days to live after reading this review. Is that your phone ringing?
First in a trilogy by a newcomer publishing house that promises high-class works from Japan.
Ring has sold three million copies in its native country, says Vertical, been filmed there, and the film remade here as a postmodern horror mystery released by DreamWorks as The Ring. In one month in 1990, four Japanese students who live fairly near each other die mysteriously of heart failure. Tomoko Oishi dies in the family kitchen, Shuichi Iwata on his motorcycle while waiting for the light to change at an intersection, and Haruko Tsuji and Takehiko Nomi in the front seat of a car while undressing for sexplay. All four have faces constricted with horror and seem to be pulling their heads off or blinding their vision. Tomoko happens to be the niece of Kazuyuki Asakawa, a journalist, who links all the deaths and sees a story in it. Japanese journalism has been through a heavy period of occult reports, and Asakawa’s editor only hopes it has all died down. A card Asakawa finds in Tomoko’s desk leads him to discover that all four victims had watched a video tape they’d been warned against viewing—a tape, as it happens, that’s something of a virus (in Asakawa, its horrific images cause sweat and shortness of breath). Then comes the message: Those who view these images are fated to die at this exact moment one week from now. If you do not wish to die, you must follow these instructions exactly . . . . Then the phone rings (hence Ring) and unspeakable bugs invade Asakawa until he slams down the receiver. Too late, though: he has a week to live. He brings in brainy Ruiji to help him, and Ruiji watches the tape. This stifling sense—is it an evil energy? Then Asakawa’s wife and daughter watch it . . . .
You have seven days to live after reading this review. Is that your phone ringing?Pub Date: May 1, 2003
ISBN: 1-932234-00-4
Page Count: 352
Publisher: Vertical
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 2003
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by Laird Barron ‧ RELEASE DATE: May 7, 2019
This is secondhand tough-guy stuff, memorable only in that it feels like you've read it all before.
A former mob enforcer–turned–private eye is called in to investigate the savage murder of a Mafia leg-breaker in New York's Hudson Valley and finds himself on the trail of corporate espionage and a serial killer long believed dead.
The second book in Barron's series featuring Isaiah Coleridge (Blood Standard, 2018) seems, more than the debut, an obvious attempt to establish Coleridge as a strongman smartass in the Jack Reacher mold. The fight scenes are the written equivalent of action-movie choreography but without suspense, because the setup—Isaiah being constantly outnumbered—is so clearly a prelude for the no-sweat beat downs he doles out to the various thugs who get in his way. There's nary a memorable wisecrack in the entire book. What does stick in the mind are the sections that go out of their way to be writerly. It's not enough to say that it was a starry night in the Alaskan wilderness. Coleridge (the name is a clue to the series' literary aspirations) says, "I could've read a book by the cascading illumination of the stars." A later flash of insight is conveyed by "The scalpel of grim epiphany sliced into my consciousness." What with the narrative that spreads like spider cracks in glass and the far-too-frequent flashbacks to the man who was Coleridge's mentor, you might wish another scalpel had made its way through the manuscript.
This is secondhand tough-guy stuff, memorable only in that it feels like you've read it all before.Pub Date: May 7, 2019
ISBN: 978-0-7352-1289-3
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Putnam
Review Posted Online: March 3, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 2019
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