Though still capable of terrific stretches of unadorned action, shorthand atmosphere, and downbeat comic dialogue, Parker (the Spenser detective series) has become a painfully self-conscious prophet of liberated macho—especially here, with an obviously autobiographical hero: athletic, middle-aging Aaron Newman, who writes books "about courage and the matter of honor. . . ." Aaron witnesses a murder one day while out running, identifies the killer to the police—it's mobster Adolph Karl—but then refuses to testify, because Karl's thugs have terrorized his professor wife Janet and are threatening them both. But such knuckling-under means humiliation (and open-ended fear) for Aaron, so he starts thinking about killing Karl. . . and finds two eager accomplices in muscle-man neighbor Chris ("the Michelangelo of machismo") and tough-talking Janet. They stake out Karl's Boston-area home, scuffle with some thugs, and kill once in self-defense when Karl sends a hitman to Aaron's house. (Parker's nicest touch: the hitman's tender relationship with his spouse of 20 years.) Then, increasingly impatient and bloodthirsty, the trio (Janet has learned to shoot) stalks Karl to his well-guarded woods-and-lake retreat in Maine—where Parker's already-tenuous control over tone and credibility pretty much collapses: the trio attempts to take on all five mobsters there, Janet kills, Chris is killed, Aaron says "Well, it's you and me now, babe," and (while running through the woods and preparing for a final showdown) they discuss their relationship, with lines like "The pressure of your thwarted romanticism is not pleasant. . . ." Yes, quite a pair, and all ends with some grisly hand-to-hand underwater combat between Aaron and Karl—and winking congratulations from the cops when they later find the thugs' bodies. The action itself is fine and gruesome, the non-marital dialogue is Parker-perfect. But too often this seems like a cut-rate, de-nuanced ripoff of Deliverance; and certainly Parker could have found a less contrived and melodramatic forum for examining the relationship between a sensitive macho man and an even more macho lady.

Pub Date: Oct. 1, 1979

ISBN: 0440193281

Page Count: 130

Publisher: Delacorte

Review Posted Online: Oct. 3, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 1979

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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. 23, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020

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A suspenseful, professional-grade north country procedural whose heroine, a deft mix of compassion and attitude, would be...


Box takes another break from his highly successful Joe Pickett series (Stone Cold, 2014, etc.) for a stand-alone about a police detective, a developmentally delayed boy, and a package everyone in North Dakota wants to grab.

Cassandra Dewell can’t leave Montana’s Lewis and Clark County fast enough for her new job as chief investigator for Jon Kirkbride, sheriff of Bakken County. She leaves behind no memories worth keeping: her husband is dead, her boss has made no bones about disliking her, and she’s looking forward to new responsibilities and the higher salary underwritten by North Dakota’s sudden oil boom. But Bakken County has its own issues. For one thing, it’s cold—a whole lot colder than the coldest weather Cassie’s ever imagined. For another, the job she turns out to have been hired for—leading an investigation her new boss doesn’t feel he can entrust to his own force—makes her queasy. The biggest problem, though, is one she doesn’t know about until it slaps her in the face. A fatal car accident that was anything but accidental has jarred loose a stash of methamphetamines and cash that’s become the center of a battle between the Sons of Freedom, Bakken County’s traditional drug sellers, and MS-13, the Salvadorian upstarts who are muscling in on their territory. It’s a setup that leaves scant room for law enforcement officers or for Kyle Westergaard, the 12-year-old paperboy damaged since birth by fetal alcohol syndrome, who’s walked away from the wreck with a prize all too many people would kill for.

A suspenseful, professional-grade north country procedural whose heroine, a deft mix of compassion and attitude, would be welcome to return and tie up the gaping loose end Box leaves. The unrelenting cold makes this the perfect beach read.

Pub Date: July 28, 2015

ISBN: 978-0-312-58321-7

Page Count: 272

Publisher: Minotaur

Review Posted Online: April 22, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 15, 2015

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