Though L.A. comes off as dramatically, believably vulnerable, not even enough explosives for a shelfload of thrillers can...
A horrific bombing at the Getty Museum is only the first act in Lovett's wild saga of a demented killer with a grudge against the City of Angels.
Called in from Santa Fe to assess incarcerated John Freeman Dantes, that apostle of violent protest whose career is obviously patterned on the Unabomber's, forensic profiler Dr. Sylvia Strange soon realizes that she's not going to make any fast breakthroughs her two predecessors missed. Declining to sit still for her piddling tests, Dantes alternates between proclaiming his innocence in the museum bombing—his blasts go out of their way to avoid killing people, he insists—and needling her, à la Hannibal Lecter, about the suicidal patient who just died on her watch. While Dantes spars with Dr. Strange—and with Prof. Edmond Sweetheart, the freelance psycholinguistic consultant whose great-nephew was killed at the Getty, and with everyone else who's willing to stick a head into his cage—clues throughout the city, some attached to bombs, take the investigators ever deeper into the Dantesque hell Dantes takes modern Los Angeles to be, and incidentally support his claim that he's not the bomber this time around. Borrowing freely from Jeffery Deaver and Michael Connelly, as well as Thomas Harris and Theodore Kaczynski, Lovett creates layers of menace (omnipotent prisoner Dantes, a mysterious acolyte who calls himself the Mole, the endless nightscape of tunnels beneath the city where anything could be waiting) in her most ambitious thriller yet. But as readers of Lovett (A Desperate Silence, 1998, etc.) know, that's not an entirely good thing, since her forte has always been a darkly fertile imagination untrammeled by the focus or discipline that could harness it.
Though L.A. comes off as dramatically, believably vulnerable, not even enough explosives for a shelfload of thrillers can make Dantes or Dr. Strange or any of the other people here as vivid as they're presumably meant to be.Pub Date: April 1, 2001
ISBN: 0-684-85598-4
Page Count: 336
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2001
One protest from an outraged innocent says it all: “This is America. This is Wyoming.”
Once again, Wyoming game warden Joe Pickett gets mixed up in a killing whose principal suspect is his old friend Nate Romanowski, whose attempts to live off the grid keep breaking down in a series of felony charges.
If Judge Hewitt hadn’t bent over to pick up a spoon that had fallen from his dinner table, the sniper set up nearly a mile from his house in the gated community of the Eagle Mountain Club would have ended his life. As it was, the victim was Sue Hewitt, leaving the judge alive and free to rail and threaten anyone he suspected of the shooting. Incoming Twelve Sleep County Sheriff Brendan Kapelow’s interest in using the case to promote his political ambitions and the judge’s inability to see further than his nose make them the perfect targets for a frame-up of Nate, who just wants to be left alone in the middle of nowhere to train his falcons and help his bride, Liv Brannon, raise their baby, Kestrel. Nor are the sniper, the sheriff, and the judge Nate’s only enemies. Orlando Panfile has been sent to Wyoming by the Sinaloan drug cartel to avenge the deaths of the four assassins whose careers Nate and Joe ended last time out (Wolf Pack, 2019). So it’s up to Joe, with some timely data from his librarian wife, Marybeth, to hire a lawyer for Nate, make sure he doesn’t bust out of jail before his trial, identify the real sniper, who continues to take an active role in the proceedings, and somehow protect him from a killer who regards Nate’s arrest as an unwelcome complication. That’s quite a tall order for someone who can’t shoot straight, who keeps wrecking his state-issued vehicles, and whose appalling mother-in-law, Missy Vankeuren Hand, has returned from her latest European jaunt to suck up all the oxygen in Twelve Sleep County to hustle some illegal drugs for her cancer-stricken sixth husband. But fans of this outstanding series will know better than to place their money against Joe.
One protest from an outraged innocent says it all: “This is America. This is Wyoming.”Pub Date: March 3, 2020
ISBN: 978-0-525-53823-3
Page Count: 368
Publisher: Putnam
Review Posted Online: Jan. 12, 2020
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2020
Koontz widens his canvas dramatically while dimming the hard brilliance common to his shorter winners:1995’s taut masterpiece, Intensity, and 1998’s moon-drenched midsummer nightmare, Seize the Night. This time the author takes up mind control, wiring his tale into the brainwashing epics The Manchurian Candidate and last spring’s film The Matrix. The laser-beam brightness of his earlier bestsellers fades, however, as he stuffs each scene with draining chitchat and extra plotting that seldom rings with novelty. Martine “Martie” Rhodes, a video-game designer, has developed a rare mental disorder: autophobia, fear of oneself. Meanwhile, her husband Dusty’s young half-brother, Skeet Caulfield, has decided to jump off the roof of a building the two men are repairing—because Skeet has seen the Angel of the next world, who has revealed that things are pretty wonderful there, and he wants to come on over. Martie’s best friend, real-estate agent Susan Jagger, is newly coping with agoraphobia, fear of the outdoors. What’s more, Susan knows she’s being visited and raped at night by her separated husband, Eric, although all her doors and windows are locked. She can’t remember these rapes, but her panties are stained with semen. So when she sets up a camcorder to record her sleeping hours, she gets a huge surprise after viewing the tape. How these mental and physical events have come about—ditto the psychiatric background of the Keanuphobe millionairess who shows up (yes! she fears Keanu Reeves)—has something to do with the ladies’ psychiatrist, Dr. Mark Ahriman, the son of a famous dead movie director whose eyes the doctor keeps in a bottle of formaldehyde and studies, in hopes of siphoning off Dad’s inspiration. Although the whole story could have been told to better effect in 300 pages, Koontz deftly sidesteps clichÇs of expression while nonetheless applying an air pump to the suspense: an MO that keeps his yearly 17-million book sales afloat.
Pub Date: Dec. 28, 1999
ISBN: 0-553-10666-X
Page Count: 640
Publisher: Bantam
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 1999
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